Carlos Arredondo

And so night fell across my knees,
Like a sinful -rolling pin
It infiltrated my senses.

And so night fell across my knees,
Happily thinking if we were all contented,
Far-off Venus shines.

And so night fell across my knees,
The literary circle draws to an end with your weariness of violets,
Like a bed laid out above my head.

And so night fell across my knees,
Heavily, incongruously,
Unexpected, solitary.