when hiding from enemies 


                                                  at least one dream away from 
machines & from bodies that do not sleep that he drags 
his thumb along his lover’s smudged chin, notices his face
     bathed earthen 

the trees once giants, are giants again he tells the moon they come savage and without undoing

after a grenade falls a fresh cavity in the ground appears as a nest and he wishes his own children to forget him           they 
will be the lucky ones       to live	 enemies must believe 
     him gone

they are not from these caves dear santos dear virgen evoke what luz perpetual dear palmettos & salt water be all and his
     mouth too

his lover lies down wet ground speaking only what he knows dripping face the shrapnel moon 	      he whispers his want 
to dissolve like this in ferns