All I have left of you

my right hand
never reaches you
even in dreams
and with my sinestral hand
I never see you

the dark light
of this longing
doesn’t reveal geometry
only asymetric sensations
pronounced in Arabic
in Guaraní or in Euskera

your words
are the murmur of doves
indecipherable walls

I perceive the coolness
of your throat
your teeth sound
like tenuous waves
but who speaks now
is it the abbess
the queen or is it
the one who so many times
left me in the penumbra
without catching me
or even throwing me
a braided line
of vague promises

silence
and the tenuous murmur of doves
is all I have left
of you