The Golden Flower I

cacti

Hills of Mexico
Pale and dry
I have come for sunny pills
On the land of cochineal
Strings
Huipils
My pulsing blood
Hang on walls of cacti
Calling for fourteen years
When the plumerias were shown
At the garden of Eve
By the greatest bloom
A snake
An eye
The drive
Adorned by dog bites
With so many rays
Died in hues of blues
Pulling the universe
Out of round bellies

It is soon

Somewhere

And I wonder why
I went this far to come back
With all and nothing
But knowledge hidden to all
As the finest gems are
Bland and useless
To the joyful people
So let’s be redeemed
And tell our fellow men
There is one more paradox
To persist
On our path of return
For whom has ever lost
The seeds of eros
For whom is catching up
With the golden flower