You will find me hidden

You will find me hidden
in the corner of a stone
or in the crease of a letter.
There I will rise to the lobe of your ears,
toothy and gentle, tamed
by the winds of May,
still trembling from the metamorphosis.
Then you will see in your hands
the face of a star
and the shape of a caress
that never reached your hair.
Overflowing shore of my beach,
austere garments that drift without rhyme.
Calm is the song of my footsteps.
Thus, the trade winds will carry me
in this boat stained
with violet nights.

m.p.

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