15 Lines Written on a Bathroom Floor

15 Lines Written on a Bathroom Floor

I dream of you dancing

In pastel gardens,

Wearing only your alabaster skin,

The furred particles of a flowering moon's pollen,

Tiny, warm, candid.

And you bend and sway in the

Skinny breeze.

The supple branch of a young willow, 

Little red tears in your eyes,

Glinting, stinging, fleeting.

And then you fall to the floor,

Shivering in your freshly expressed nudity,

And you weep and shrink into

A small fetus,

Amorphous, motionless, bloody.

-Manuel A. Hurtado