I want a cutting
Of the sweetheart I gave you
To reproduce the moments
That love made me
The person I am.
What I lived with you
Was the mold through which
My clandestine sap wandered.
This love
Was a pioneer plant
On the atoll of my life.
It came rootless from the seas
And settled its roots
In the paths of my days.
At your triumphal entrance,
I laid out olive
And laurel branches
When you passed through
My avenues.
This new Jerusalem
Belongs to you,
I want you to reveal
Your mysteries on my chest
And illuminate the intricate
Labyrinths in my enigmas.
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