"Surrealistas" (New poem, 2021/11/04)

nebulous yearning
purple whips of space
costly heat
like city towers how
in concrete apology
leaving faint open lies
to their toy touch
life futile light
like her looks in your mirror
till we all array

temples of
indestructible life
in life's secrets holds
the night face of lover
a soft placard postcard
a silver current of colors
charms
sleeps

doubting stars
fortuitously curled with light
drawing rearing bonus trips
her belly and the voice before
hot
remembrance

I'm drinking rain by my favorite window
the dew has yet to come

low „would” dawn window
high „could” dew drops

I think of forgotten planets
dwelling in their nimb of their distant suns
feeling like
a starship
galaxies and sexes not specified

bee stabs like mirrors
a yearning trade
room pealing sand
out of the end of language
or moon lips drifting
dimmed

the soft healing touch
the brim cold eye
of the original
surrealistas