Gacela of Flooding Love
20 February 2008
Vol. 7, No. 4
poetry
Because your water is discovered by clouds
rising into the rapt blue abyss of sky,
now your body is love, on the rise, a mist.
Gacela of Unforgotten Love
18 February 2008
Vol. 7, No. 4
poetry
If anyone asks: did you ever love? Say that
a moth was born from leaves and landed
on your tongue, like fingers plucking the harp strings.
And though it was not pronounced
you knew that an angelic form had come
with dusty wings.

