SURPRISES

SURPRISES


You carry a surprise to me?
Affection, bullets, shot, ambushed?
Exact uncertainties say anything ...
A slap blooming in your garden.
But his arms outstretched, a yes
Expect the break of dawn.
Hear the word quiet,
Meek and mild ... Which harsh ivory ...
All my doubts are over,
In my fears, swallowed up by the gears,
My feet that long ago, tired ...
That your answer, think new
Of firewood that sustain our lives,
Dictate another game again

MARCOS LOURES