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Solo en la Fuente de Sangre Azul en el Cielo

No-one can see you under the bubbles
in a corner-carved marble bath —
behind the alabaster and the blackout glass —
fifty-foot square, half a mile up in the air.
Eyes shut, tight-shut,
under the bubbles.........
no-one can see you there.
No-one can see me here.

Aquamarine was absent
in the dim city outside,
only the red flashes
of distant unattended helipads
blinked in the bruised outline
of an internally bleeding panoramic.
Easy to black-out — even panic — in such securitised sky.
Kiko! Kiko! Can’t you just reach out your hand?!