by René Peñaloza Galván
Your eyes like two bright beacons
Atop your smiling cheekbones
Shine upon the sandy stones
And I can almost see
The ghosts of priests
Grasping at so many
Unanswered prayers
And hear the drowning
Hopes splattering in the
Shallow Nile that surrounds us.
And I look at you
Beside me and know
That you are real.
