Leaf for Flief

Words spill
From your mouth
(tua boca, anjo)
Like tiny buttons
Scattering on the floor

I scramble to catch each one
As it disappears
Forever

You cast your eyes
(teus olhos, anjo)
Into mine
To clarify, to purify

My poet-priest,
You raise your hands
(tuas mãos, anjo)
To cradle my face
Kiss my brow
In some ancient
tender blessing

You stay
I go
Alone,
Together