I printed your first letters to me
As if you were no longer among living
My heart has been ambushed by a black river
One but is forced to experience bleeding
I held your torn shirt in my hand
As it was my precious
No longer pretending
You are condemned by my touch
Desires are at all time low
This brisk cold morning
I feel the iced ground
Without walking a single step
Much like I feel you evaporating
Although you are sitting next to me in peace
I crave the innocence
The dawns where my only inquiry
Was what will the weather be today?
Live in, live on and live through me
You will I know it
Long lasting it all is
Slice me now so I can breathe
Write "no longer" on the page you are about to read
There on the plane of vastness a group of flamencos vegetates
Their orange color burns me
True sight of joy in nature
I can't plea
Gigantic stones falling faster than fast
I try to move out of their way
No such luck or success
I scream as I bleed rivers of me
Heavens hear me
I too won myself back
Just to lose myself all over again
Hearts onto hearts
Mesmerize me
So I can turn to my imagination
To seek
To crawl under
Anything but to spring a void
I turned your photograph over
Inevitably noting
Then look over
Your eyes gazing right there full of laughter
I must be a masochist
I reach to touch your face
To fall freely and rapidly into your embrace
I peel a banana thinking if to share it
I walk over to where
Just moments ago
I was swimming in the den of your touch
And flourished as the lilies do in spring
My imagination got the best of me
Yet again
I see you left your shirt behind
For me to hold as farewell.
12.19.2005
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