Lower Isee Results In 2009

A POEM WITH NO NAME, NO TITLE, NO NUMBER

Unless the man who hears your thoughts
return you hope and encouragement,
Except
man who eats with you to your table and take the wheat bread. Whoever

dessert
his knee to the floor for your love, for their lives, for your comfort,
Whoever the honeycomb atájale
to run across your sweet skin.

postrador Am I the one child in your womb
and return home smelling seed, Am I the
make you my mistress
And who will review our lives.

Lezama José Antonio Oman