I Wish

I wish... I wish i could write you A poem, A circular one. Within, The language changes Like a flower emerges from a dot, Like a young squirrel gnawing a comma; Like a child crawling over letters, Frivolously tearing words, And arranging them into cubes and pyramids. A child is always a genius. See, Whatever is The poem's geometry, its relief, if it is a harvest, Raining, Freedom, Love, Woman, War, Or spiritual day; A poem remains a currency, A God's work Never revealed, Never finished, Never done. I wish If you let me go back To the day You were born To write, Between your infant eyebrows, And On your lips A song A happy and dancing One. And extract from your red cheeks A rare wine.