LOS DOCE GOZOS

INDULGENCE

The afternoon, with light strokes
that lit the peace of our asylum,
sketched in chrysoberylic shades
a subtle violet decoration.

The moon surged enormous in the thicket;
the leaves increased their secret;
and a spider, on the point of its thread,
was weaving hypnotized above the spheric moon.

Bats filled the crooked arc
of sky, as on a Chinese screen;
your bloodless knees against the plinth

revealed our motionless delight,
at our feet a sapphire river
ran in silence toward its death.