Carlos

Mostly, they are crushed by life’s oppressiveness
It is only now
when he clasps so firmly Anna’s head
that he can murmur softly: Love, and death
as if death were love’s acme, heaven’s bedrock

Dampened and ruffled, the blankets
resemble waves or demented gales
Onwards the pair sail, or they soar
though both endings have their end in earth

CARLOS