by Alonso Flores, currently detained at Northwest Detention Center in Tacoma, WA
Inclined in the evening
I throw my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes
your eyes, for me, the lightof a distant lighthouse
with effort and resolve, I try to reach
No matter the hours, days, months, years
I need to navigate to reach
your warm and gentle coral lips.
Eyes like oceanic pearls,you are the light God placed
for this sad and solitary boat
Only your light guides an ocean of tenderness and love….