In fact she herself once blamed me
Kyprogeneia

because I prayed
this word:
I want.

Eros, again now, the loosener of limbs troubles me,

Bittersweet, sly, uncontrollable creature….

their heart grew cold
they let their wings down

We arrived and the miracle happened.
It was the sea and the wind in the bells.
We came from far, from years
Thirsty as dust, from humble
fishermen’s nets on barren shore."
~ José Manuel Cardona, from Poems to Circe, The Birnam Wood (El Bosque de Birnam, Consell Insular D'Eivissa, 2007).
Translated from the Spanish by Helene Cardona.

I yearn to make these scars disappear
And to forget about the past.
To throw away all of my fears
And to be happy at last.

If I could claw the words out of the back of my throat and give them, dripping of me, to you, we would talk of sticky hands, and the messes they make.