Brothers of the Wolf

The youth says:

They have illuminated

Half of the language

In the poem.

As the rose seller washed

Her balcony

From a fleeting tomorrow,

The youth passed,

Passed like a song in her hands

And he landed on the garden

That rose from the blouse of her femininity 

Or fell victim to a pair of doves.

The youth says:

My friend, the path takes us to the poem.

We traverse,

Cross by our neighbours’ peaches

Then we weep,

Because we have left our brother with the wolf.

O Joseph

We will need two hearts

So love can return safely from her breast

Or the violet from itself

Then we realise

That the dream does not offer answers.

O Joseph, guide us

We have lost the way to Cordoba.