If I would die today
you wouldn’t notice a thing
other than the skin of your transcendental gods,
that flat, obliterating thing
dimming up your face late in the night
when stars are starving of dreams,
counting mine

if I would die today
I would leave here unknown to many
too many times crossing my life with theirs
across the ocean of vast encounters,
like a deserter fleeing the labor camp of his mind
in daylight

you would be going on with your
demise and loving palms,
covering the flowers of spring
with kisses stolen from the
banks of Rio Grande

if I would die today you
would not remember me, bird,
you would only fly higher
than the fumes of Andean pipes
covering the stolen and deserted lands of
my heart

if I would die today, I wouldn’t
know what to tell you
but put this ring of words on your finger
for the weddings of long, whispering,
simmering nights
and
with those lips I would seal
my breath for eternity
inside this shivering body,
my ark