The encounter

I called you.

One day I was able to call you.

I said: Jesus!

and my eyes were streams

and my hands were palms

I lost you,

one day I wanted to lose you.

I did not say a thing,

and my lips were sculpted with mud.

My feet tangled up

in sands of flat tides

and transparent jellyfishes.

I found you.

One day you found me.

I said: Lord!

And my life was yours

And your Everything and my nothing

found each other

forever.