Pandora

they are hidden
in her black eyes,
the troubled pearly waves

back and forth,
her shore feet
dance in the tide

she and the sea
talk waters

and the steps
in the sand
teach her
how to breathe

the moon
is not perceived

she’s in the edge of herself
and about to fall

far away in the porch
a nameless man
reads carefully
each movement,

as the nudity of the dawn
dresses her

he doesn’t know her,
he doesn’t love her,

but if she died that moment,
he would too.