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.
But water, my love, will erase us too.