Beso en la Boca

The possibility of giving up had passed
standing between entradas y salidas
at the terminal where all the travelers blessed
with destinations read again their boletos

At the same dome-ceilinged plaza
surrounded by alcoves of abstainers
I loitered til encountering mi esposa
she kissed me and I maintained that promise

Half an embrace and all the clocks stopped
spelling out and trading sides los ojos
cerrados amid arrivals and departures
I kicked off my cabeza and zapatos

That ponderous promise best barely reached
a pin in transaction with its needle
a mouth meeting up with its breath-like
word cloud by all the planets surrounded

Moving like the shadow of a moon storm
my pendulum as still as sun in morning.

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