I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Three souls hang in balance with a choice to be made.
A battle between what you know and the start of something new.
Craving desperately for what you’ve had,
Believing that body be the one you deserve,
Fearing the other soul to be mythical,
Mere imagination.
One, you gaze upon with beauty and grace,
While the other radiates in your eyes,
Swells your heart and reigns over your mind.
The longing for a familiar touch,
But the surging impulse for a touch of this new universe before you.
The want to taste lips of the one you know,
Yet you pine evermore to savor lands unexplored.
Three souls hang in balance with a choice to be made,
Will the old continue to reign,
Or will this new one finally be saved.

Trapped in this realm for so long,
I can barely remember the light.
Shadowed lands all around,
Shaded demons whispering in the distance,
Their agenda set,
Now is the time to run,
But the weight of the darkness has grown since our last encounter.
I reach for anything to help me crawl,
I see you reaching down,
Yet the more I try to meet your grasp,
The farther you retreat.
The whispers crescendo rapidly,
Closer,
I can smell the rotting evil spreading closer.
Something touches my ankle,
Awake I suddenly jolt.