Pozo

I thought I unearthed my legs
And I fell into a well
I lost my toughest cloak
I never let my sorrows be nailed
Everything was for the air
My wings linked routes
Your body seduced beautifully
I wrap in swallows
And rays formed with the light
The sky split into pieces
Hanging on the gates
revealing the clouds below the south
On Thursday I intoxicated my veins
Mysterious Friday
Eating the moon's back
On Monday I seek the darkness
Misty Tuesday
I am recovering in the mist
My mouth remains frozen
The body silent
Continuing to bleed mud and pus
The deepest and reddest well
Promises of a planet
That continues to hold itself on the cross