Construct Rotating Closet

will not know.

will not know your name or mine, do not tell us
no word, until the time
dance in our funeral
for honoring us with the laurel of oblivion.

not know my name but I
that one day you
swore eternal love and arms of the dawn, sleepy,
whispered the sound of your kisses.

not know, my life, I loved
as the dew loves the dawn,
not know that my mouth was fused with the foam
your Río de la Plata. Mayte

Dalianegra.

Painting: "Andromeda", 1869, Edward James Poynter.