Jacinta

Leaping gleam in the shadowed waters
For the one whose is not the peace
Of

Beach's night
Lighthouse, probably a tower
By the beach,
The merchant's

I looked once as fast
Then away
The window in faint curtains
But enough for me
To recognize the merchant's daughter
Another look, the merchant would eat me up
For how he hated eyes of the poor
I was born of a fisherman
And had to be lover
Of daughters of fishermen

But I disobeyed
I looked a second
And for a fraction
Despite the breeze between
Lived with Jacinta
From her, a teardrop
And a faint breath in cry
I had every time

Not holding,
I cried in consolation
Loud, really loud
But only enough to be heard by my little moustache
For air rumors too
How could it be known
That Jacinta