SUSPIROS


Learning to fall in love
On the side of
A public telephone

A la superman
But without
The stains
Of suicide

I could hear her
With her most
Beautiful sighs

By resonance
I could tell
Her lovely dimensions

A dog uses
The sense of smell
To process data

A guitarist listens
For the truth of music
For any evidence
For all the indications
For a melody
For a bed on fire