SIN NOMBRE

en la noche estrellada                                                                                                                                                                                    distante y solitaria                                                                                                                                                                                              luna creciente                                                                                                                                                                                                     del hombre sin rostro                                                                                                                                                                                       aquel que oculta su nombre                                                                                                                                                                       entre las sombras se dislumbra                                                                                                                                                                    la silueta entre cortada por el tiempo                                                                                                                                                    fragmentos del tal vez ,de lo que pudo ser ,del quizas                                                                                                                        en el canto del ruiseñor                                                                                                                                                                                     y galope del viento                                                                                                                                                                                             revuelo de mariposas                                                                                                                                                                                   designio                                                                                                                                                                                                               en tu voz desolacion                                                                                                                                                                                       en tus ojos color tierra entre cafe y tonos grices                                                                                                                             atardecer que abrasa                                                                                                                                                                                    aire  que mueve el cabelllo de una fragil mujer                                                                                                                                ecipse lunar                                                                                                                                                                                                     solar                                                                                                                                                                                                                     amantes del rosal,                                                                                                                                                                                          arbustos cultiva en jardines por sus flores                                                                                                                                         proferir con impetu                                                                                                                                                                                      romper un suspiro                                                                                                                                                                                            rondar por las calles                                                                                                                                                                                    paseando por el deseo                                                                                                                                                                                beber nectar                                                                                                                                                                                                    licor dulce de tus labios...