Al Qabri Ramos
Angels and cherubim
Sudden and purple, hand in hand
with their frequency, they shone,
with moonlight on a round body
of shapes, butterflies and
hummingbirds, glittering mist...
The heat broke out inside the room,
there was nothing but
astonishment and magic,
Her bibs dragged eighth and half-fuss,
white with a shiny translucent,
warm stanzas, camellias and roses
dyed with magenta, and
their delicate little feet rose
like Raphael and Gabriel c
hildren, guardian angels,
cherubim, horses and arrows
of desire and a
presentiment of miracles,
Angelic beings arise
With bleeding mouths
to break oranges with your teeth,
And they dance barefoot
on the rough floor
And they run thirstily
away from the fountain
the sun dying, before our expectation,
and the bibs gently ripple our patience,
Flower pickers, their hands open
and small, small and round and the like,
and at their tips, the mist clouds the scythe.
The Harvest Awakens
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