Steven Iglesias

 

 

 

 

sun

                        muffles your eyes

 

                                                                                    leaflaughter

 

                                    here I remain

 

                                                            with ashfingers

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

twinight caress

 

                                                on infantiletongues

 

                        you and I

                       

                                                                        still

 

                                    breathe

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

in chasmdreams

 

 

                                                my hand

 

                                                                        your tongue

 

 

the stillness

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

            your whisper –

 

                                                exile

 

upon the bridge

 

                                                                                                            chalked ripples

 

ohne mich

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

there is stolen

water

on your palm

 

you       swallow

yesterday

 

behind

the strandedglance

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

our borrowed spittle

 

with milksilence

 

 

on

his

last

charred

eyelid

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

judensterne

 

purged

                        through                         airfingers

 

 

            green was your voice

 

leztgestern

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

motherwhisper

 

                                    you                      me

                                                exhale

 

 

    tomorrow

 

                                                            sandfather

 

                                                                                                            gone

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

                                                                                                blueearth

 

            I lick the almondwound

 

from

your

shoulder

 

                                                                        three by three

 

                                                                                                                        the pages

melt

                                                                                                                        into

                                                                                                                        the

                                                                                                                        sprachcorner








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