not by chance, the poems we breathe

not by chance
the easy verse
of who knows the stones
on the path the dust
and the sand
and the concrete of its synthesis

and pour it all in the jump of a cat
on a hot tin roof, the same

that got your tongue
that was just here

but no tongue is a verse
till it finds its metaphor

and rhymes romantic with perverse

not by chance the alchemy
of body and text
in the metaphysics of a kiss

nor by chance rowing upstream
with the supple verb
of who floats down
the current

the desire of unearthing
of all forms of delicacy

by chance, maybe, the vertigo
of the shore

of the poems we breathe