By Gustavo Barahona-López

Weathering

By Gustavo Barahona-López

Torrential rain silences The unmaking of desert dunes. Cactus throat swells And I call it love. Love, that clash Of clouds, that smell Of slipping touch. Love takes refuge On the snake’s fallow Tongue. Sand overfills Its own wanting. Love carries the Body’s minerals In its vanishing light. The waiting too Is love. The drought And the flood. The thirst And the drowning. Let me be ground Water enough To quench the unseen. Let us lick The purple Off the Fallen sky.