I wear your shirt

Winds with unpronounceable names

Bother the trees

There’s a town up the road

Where locals sell their bodies

Their cows

Their blankets

The winds whisper and bellow

Late summer

Bunches of violets

The river embraced you

The river embraces every man that jumps into it

The gate darkened by moss

Slams loudly against the house

Where your grandmother was born

And I dream of you

In the unmade bed

I dream that we live together

Animals rise unbeautifully

Spiders find their way

Is that what bit me

In the belly?

It gets me a little hard

Imagining our blood mixing

The winds so violent

When they cross the mountains

The farmhouses have their backs to them

The towers are open

So that the winds can pass through them—

I sleep with my back against you

Break it

Press your fresh against it

I’m sorry 

Have you ever experienced a dream as if it were a memory?

Not like a story

I mean the sensation

Romans saw the winds as horse-gods

Galloping across the earth

They trample me with impeccable hooves

At noon the light falls vertically

And combs their flanks

And their tails sweep the sea

What blows through the impenetrable 

Come close to me