Ismael Garay the universe melting in the spirit of the last flames cold universe, you've never known my name. you hold me in between two worlds, in between two dead roses and a kiss. vagina is the eye of the world and everybody's blind. in the still hour of my chosen fall I create a rhythm of flowing wine, a river in which to place our dreams, a guitar melting in the shadows of your arms. we stain the skies with our longing, we stain ourselves with what we never had. devour the poems and the words of my love devour me slowly as the ocean swallows the moon. we're practicing death on the streets without end, pandhandling for dreams in a night falling in upon itself. behind each of these words your name is lurking like a quiet savage beast, waiting to consume this poem, waiting to consume me.