TWO HEARTS

TWO HEARTS

Among the red flowers,

Wet with dew of illusion,

The inexorable certainty arises,

The sharp desire of the thorn arises,

Your kisses wetting the way,

Like a trail of light and the heart.

The heart is a crystal bell,

Restoring, slow and rushed,

Calling you in a loud and fiery voice,

In the will of your kisses so wet;

And your image reflects in the mirror,

Two hearts beating side by side.

* J.L.BORGES...1986