I Am Thinking of a Man
I am thinking
of a man
who came in the
night to visit
me, dreaming.
I knew him well
and sat down
with him to
lunch, I am sure
luques, man-
chego, some fine
bordeaux or
gigandas
accompanied us.
What did we
speak of, was it
poetry or gossip
about poets or
was it love, love
of all things.
No wonder
there, and there
speech is
a mouth, as
the famous poet
once wrote.
Yes, speech
is a mouth
I use to praise
you in dreams
and now, lovely
creature.
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