Lisboa,

You sent me signals since birth, though it took me 17 years to understand them, and three more to send one back;

Lisboa,

You held three forths of my heart under water in your Tejo, just before it turned to the sea,

Lisboa,

You put nymphs in my path trying to claim the potent remaining forth of me, then slowly begin to eat away my mind;

Lisboa,

You touched me privately but refused my hand in public

Lisboa,

You loved me in three day rages, but never enough to commit;

Lisboa,

You sucked my blood like a leach, but slipped away like a fish,

Lisboa,

You sly old Sea Hag, masquerading under the skins of sloe eyed sirens,

Lisboa,

You lying thief with mercury on your lips;

Lisboa,

Did you grant me my angel´s mercy,
in the form of a dawn eyed exile?

Dear Lisboa,

That angel filled me with diamonds of unbreakable kindness
to illuminate your crevices,
and a map and set of keys to your boxes of me;

Lisboa,

I´ve dredged my heart from the Tejo´s floor, and rung out the watery
saudade,

Lisboa,

Your cold sad wind gusted through the cobwebs of my chest, and left me with a raw gaping cavity,

Lisboa,

I forced my newly united heart back inside of me,
and though it is mostly empty, it is all
mine.