I know
that smile
will
shine
upon
the lips I once
kissed
or caressed
the moment I caress the calaca. It pleases me to no end to see you satisfied you got the best of this life.
Yes, that smile of yours, that repressed smirk, will have its day,
it’s gaudy day:
when I bite the dust.
I know you await the day my lips are sealed forever.
9 Han clachado