Repurposed Paz: Part IV.

Bodies of lime and plaster,
people of dust and light,
bodies that make their way through other bodies

with the breathing of distant water
are at times two waves,
from desire to act.

Waves of blindness,
waves of shadows in the night;
the sea fighting far off with its swords and feathers.

Up there the moon alone
and wine of purple lips.
This shore if made of lips, made of dreams.

-ES