vividly - smells of aged breath, smooth as linen trousers rolled
and tempered with the sweetest warmth of a sugary coffee-filled cup.
A man built with the strength of burned bridges and
a sacred heart. reminds me of him -
a hail-made face bumped smooth by hail-mary’s and the lineage
traceable with effortless historical mirrors from past years
peacable pardons of a herritage burried in loyalties to the king.
A perfectness, pale and placed in greasy skin to savor all types to come.
Portions of pre-existing people. brief times
Pass mankind and leave sweetness of a future man built in age
and in more fragrant words to cherrish as old-world and handsome.
bitter your tongue by the salted air
of those countries we left behind and let those buds taste
patient fortune, heavy and rich with the darkness of my hair
in the hands of sweet smells to come, i ask you.
disapear. The joints and comsuming roughness - hope
that the day breaks again on your sunday.
Prayers and dreams breed hope inside the hollow skins
of our minute-hand love - breaking walls -
Crumbs of a too pleasant son and let nothing become of an unrushed outcome.
There is dirt in your hands and wood underneath in glass - alters -
We’ll stand. The young saints of beloved inspiration.
Paint your walls, smile
that devil-snicker with one hand to my back
and embrace me - cloaked
in wooly scents of a viejo in the making.