Say At Least, Goodbye Poem by L.B. Temuco

Say At Least Goodbye

Oh, you
who sometimes
wears the clothes of a widow

Oh, you
two small birds
in my mouth
that rest or fly
upon your breasts

Oh, you
I travel the distance of your legs
holding my breath
press my face into
the light of your waist.

Oh, you
who are the treasure liquid gold
I spend my life
wandering over you
in sheerly beautiful moments
from your head
to your forehead

Oh, you
in all the cities
I have seen
not far from
the shadows of great bridges
us who loved
in small rooms
whilst people walked
on the pavements below

Oh, you
who can no longer speak
who can no longer see my face in water

Oh, you
who can no longer see
my love as true as angels

Oh, you
the red branch
of the slow fire in me

Speak to me
say at least
goodbye