Cousin

From shadows and dissolving silhouettes, the morning rises,

and between curtains of eyelashes,

along a path paved with timid kisses,

lips grope in the dark 

for a drop of dew that might condense their perfume. 

The litany of morning birds

is the untimely notice that returns them 

to the cruel tedium of coffee cups. 

It hurts to tear oneself from the sheets 

and have uncertainty for breakfast, awaiting reunion.

Still with open wounds of passion,

the lovers say goodbye

with a watered-down kiss that promises forgetting.

Photography by Andrés Díaz Boada