There is one who I love.

Radiant, she sits in a chariot of stars

And glistens on snow from above.

Among white lies silver scars.


Some nights she wears a veil

Of satin clouds and swirling lace.

Others, she disappears through shadowy gale.

Just as beautiful as when she shows her face.


I write her letters, a serenade from breathless voice.

For her beauty has long taken mine away.

Helios must come, regardless of choice.

But still, I beg her to stay.


She twirls into dawn with effortless grace.

I gaze, ghosted with her light’s embrace

There’s stars in her eyes.

Intangible but present.

Telling her to look at the moon so she can see them.

Believing that they’re just reflections

erased by cloudy nights

and she is no longer convinced.

Absent freckles,

Missing constellations.

Clung onto by her own night.

Not believing in stars,

Nor in her own galaxies.

Blind to her beauty.

Her skin, singed by silver spoons

Scarred by fools’ gold

Beaten by white pebbles withered down by the sea.

Heart holding stones.

Asteroids approaching,

Stars in her eyes,

She looks for Orion,

failing to realize his refuge in her soul.

Tell me.
Are they real?
The words written on your tongue.
The shivers sent up my arm by your hand.
The dark oasis of your eyes.
A year ago I was young.
Fresh.
Fragile.
Naive.
Now I bathe in lost love and broken words,
Promises meaning so little,
Cheap thrills composed of immature emotion.
Wanting a story just to feel special.
Your ghost lingers in my mind
Shapeshifting.
Wishing my heart had beat.
Reminiscing for unheard footsteps.
Unfelt touches.
Unsaid words.
Fabricating memories.
Let me see you.
Help my heart beat.
Make our touches tactile.
Bring forth the words from my lips with yours.
And teach me how to love.
And if you could,
Teach me how to be loved.

I laugh,
you smile.
I yell,
You snap.
You hold my hand and cut my hair,
reshaping me.
When everything blows up, you exist within the chaos as a boulder.
Strong.
Firm.
My anchor.
When all is calm and well like a tranquil river
the water withers you down,
splits you open,
and you’re finally vulnerable.
When it is no longer calm and that river is a great wave.
You are the bunker that takes me into your arms and holds me tight
“Everything will be okay”
I believe it.
And somehow when I am dragged by the current and tossed into the roaring cascade,
You’re still there with your arms wide open saying “jump”
Because you’re always there to catch me.
We laugh, we smile, we yell, we snap because we are one in the same
Somos el mismo
Y eres mi casa, mi cordura, y mi corazón.