Beginning

I take your face between the palms of my hot hands I shed tears before you my tears wash the dust of the road from my eyes I see you: kissing me setting your smile on my lips – a red rose seedling in thirsty ground. I shed tears before you my tears wash the dust of the road from my eyes I see myself in the mirror of your eyes: am I clear, truly? this laughing clearness, at the end of the road...