Come at night – poem

Come at night to wander

among tepid dreams,

which rebuild civilizations

out of your hips,

and give solace

from the daily carnage

of our dusty cells.


Come at eve to wonder

what would become of us

if we don’t comingle

into a single will

to musketeer our way

through wage and routine

towards deep blue islands.


Come and meet me

at the wake of my sheets,

downy compost to our love,

fertile as a mango tree

in the sultriness of our passion

and stout as the oak wood

from which we’ll build our home.



I'm a writer born in Argentina, but currently living in Poland. I work as an English and French teacher, translator and copywriter.

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