If My Heart Could Talk

If my heart could talk, would you listen to it? I saw what was hidden, the wind was my ally, Praying in the sidewalk, before the summit: You talked with birds, learning how to fly. If my hands were your eyes, to lift my veil, we could share the horizon, over the waves, a young sailor in his ship, learning how to sail: my skin has secret signs as walls of old caves. Oh, come to read me! The lamplight is faint, But the pages are sweet-scented like a rose Yet to bud and the cover is soft with no taint. Give me your poetry, I will give you my prose, The unbroken verses, with your dark and quaint Handwriting is mine, elsewhere, they stay loose.