Key Lime

Key Lime

When whispers couldn’t count,

Dream for a while:

Brimming bottles of rosa vino

We could have drank on

The Beirut table.

Glasses filled by heaven,

These clouds are able.

It’s your incense, my candles,

The Oriental rug, and your

Smooth leather sandals

As you dance and shrug.

Every day takes more,

I take all I can stand

I bled on the concrete and I wish I felt.

I know the sunrise and sunset comes

In the frozen land, but it’s here I melt.

Your spot an inch below your ear,

My favorite song for you,

Our funny faces

We know in the dark

Sitting on a bench in the park.

I sit and sip on key lime soda,

So, I wait for the dawn

To reach my home. The quiet lights in the sky

They sing late this song as I lay me down in the

frosty lawn.

Poem from the book Beneath the Dreaming Tree

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Robado de la Luna or Stolen from the Moon

Robado de la Luna

Robó un beso de la luna

sentido el calor de ella

conversaciόn con el sol.

Que era esta conversaciόn

reflexionό sobre mí

a través de ella propia manera,

que era su eco de

sus palabras de luz y

vida que vierte abajo

la piel de mi cara.

Traté de recolectar

en las palmas de

mis manos y llevar

a la vez a mis labios,

porque yo sobrevivo de este

nectar de los cuerpos astronόmicos,

fruta astronόmico cuya

jugos permiten la vista y el color.

© Por Jacobo S. García

Stolen from the Moon

Stole a kiss from the moon

felt the warmth from her

conversation with the sun.

It was this conversation

she reflected on me

through her own way,

it was her echo of

his words of light and

life that poured down

the skin of my face.

I tried to collect

in the palms of

my hands and bring

at once to my lips,

because I survive off this

nectar of astronomic bodies,

astronomic fruit whose

juices allow sight and color.

© Jacob S. García