Reanimated, spirit restored, reincorporated, body restored, I contemplate between dreams the scene I've stolen like the one who took fire, like the one who opened the devil box out of curiosity, like the one who saw her equal and her life's love were the same and so effortlessly brought them together. I took exactly what was not mine, with my eyes. I saw the sea inside you: on your surface, mud. I kissed you like a shipwreck, like one who insufflates the word. With my lips I traveled that entire continent, Adam, from dirt, Nothing. I knew myself in your substance, grounded there, emitting aromatic fumes, an amatory banquet of ashes.
Copyright © 2002 by Pura López-Colomé. Reprinted from No Shelter, with the permission of Graywolf Press, Saint Paul, Minnesota. All rights reserved.
Pura López-Colomé was born in Mexico City, Mexico, in 1952. She is the author of No Shelter: The Selected Poems of Pura López-Colomé (Graywolf Press, 2002).
Date Published: 2002-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/fons