Half of This World

Without your fingers touch

the earth would have accepted

only half of my heel over it.

 

If your eyes were closing

cutting obliquely my gaze

only a half-circle was starry above.

 

Your lips sometimes too soft

abandoned too many words empty

and half of a breath between us.

 

While my faraway call for you

reaching for the unborn world door

was split in half like a tree under storm.

 

 

(2007).