the time tries to linger seducing
like a magnet the trails of thoughts
they draw concentric circles and start yielding
the man-god and the woman-murderer brought
in the center all of the sudden face to face
he glances up trying to memorize forever her grace
alive seconds blench from her dagger
then the clock restarted to tick
his holey forehead sifts frosted bloody beads
his mouth slavers cubes of salty dew
lightening the beginning of a new dimension of nature
marbled steps bind the recess
of the old earth with the attic of a new sky
her smiles are all arranging toward the silences
belonging to the misunderstood creature
like a wreath through which old softened stars
fall one by one and bandage the scars
due to the broken useless language