There was this girl with beauty
carved in her name
who spent a full day with her eyes closed
who shivered at the touch of a recent fable
who could look at me like it was worth it
but was ashamed at the opposite
this girl who would unfold the map of her heart if it was necessary
who would confess anything just to keep the wheel rolling
who'd win first base anywhere anytime

this girl had pools of truthfulness for eyes
and an ancient savage tremor in her hips
she had many more angles than you'd think
she sent angels back to their boring clouds
but still deserved her name

don't get me started about that chest where every certainty
would dissolve like the foam of beer sliding over a busy table
or the pressure of those lips on my naked soul
or the whisper in blue light stating humanity and begging for a stop

this girl had a kissable waist she
would too late object to the planets
of desire in a hand or two between her thighs

once upon a time there was this girl with overflowing smile
who dawned on me one night and spread wings of pupil smoke
who throwed the bait and didn't have to wait
who gave words to a story with a blue-eyed hero (I liked that)
who recalled a movie scene in which I was too
this girl who let ghosts wake and guide her steps for a little while
and laughed softly at my self-discipline
and unlocked the door and let me catch a glimpse
and seemed to melt under the stone of her own prophecies
and then said no no no this is not my world and it was true
and left me pondering wondering wandering like a brat
with a cellphone devoid of her voice or image
with a mind full of her voice and image
with a headache and a cold room and a warm breath
and now I'm waiting for the angels of rain