As Always Poem by L.B. Temuco

Did you feel the dark horses rushing
through the night
crashing through the forest of feelings
that we spread between the mountains and the sea
Leaving silk in our eyes
Tears hang there, like clouds
We are many things
You and I
but nothing makes love
more ferocious than stillness
Yes, I know
I do not want to move from
this place, of milked tears,
of honeysuckle
To wander away defeated
Against the moon
the tips of an eagle wing
flutter in the solar wind
Something soars and something falls
As always