Rewriting

A jacaranda appears in my bedroom,

Berries are crushed between my teeth

And a cat kneads under my dress

Where I imagine your hand would like to rest

Why would I need to dream of you?

Everything is tainted.

Even the waves

Reflect your hue.

You are here with the summer storm,

You are woven into my linen scarf

And you are the wind

That carries it away.

You strip me of everything –

Everything but you

And your promise suddenly comes back to me:

God will rewrite us.

Yes,

But water, my love, will erase us too.