Leopoldo Lugones


It was as a branch in bloom I sought your support.

The golden serpent of my evils

circled by your whimsical whites

with the invading softness of a treat.


Subtle steam rose from the limo

sulfurizing autumnal inks

of the West, and shone in the grape arbors

the burning transparency of the cluster.


Feeling that blue impelled us

to something of God, your mouth with mine

joined in the bright afternoon,


under the deciduous satyr of plaster.

And like a miraculous belt

I rose hanging from your kiss.


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