At night wayward sprout roots of love. Grow toward the millennial drunken woman's soul. The wrapped in a spell peace and desire. They respect your sleep. Reinvent the image through it. Reinvent the heartbeat of the beating without being seen. Maverick, free, wise, coming and going from the bowels to skin, eyes to the miracle of hand.
To the north, in the dense forest, the fauna is, brutish cries, smell the earth in search of roots, senses a female in the freshness of the leaves.
In the pond, the fog begins to fall on the water, gently. The woman wet her cheeks. Shudders. Feel the beauty in every pore.
Wait. Wait.
A hug: water and temperance.
There, in the north, the faun keeps looking.
Sensing.
Intrepid.
(unpublished)
ALBERTO CUBERO
Alberto Cubero has published granite Birds with Paul Martin Coble, duets in the collection of poetry and Legacy Behind which door in the collective book The Republic of Imagination in the collection Collective Legacy Editions
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