Fecundity Poem by Rosalinda Flores Martinez

for lucius s. for vocations


Your sad eyes bother me in your tender breath
That hour, immense and miraculous reveals the fullness of you

My rib from yours into the night, into the dawn, sober
I want to build you a tower that cleaves to the sky

I want to build you a tower more beautiful than highest fields
"Shall I dare? " When our heads in one pillow lay, wild with


divinity lace a shroud, a Holy Face glows, love evergreen,
waters that meet.You are immaculate.

Lush, you are, and fierce, my beloved.