He looks at me with fireworks in his eyes,
He says,
I am incredible,
He says,
I am like magic,
I just laugh it of,
But secretly I like how he makes me feel,
Secretly I like his compliment,
He speaks to me with rays of sunshine,
He says,
I am amazing,
He says,
I am like magic,
I just shyly look away,
But secretly I want to look at him,
Secretly, I look at him,
He touches my face with warmth of a fire,
He says,
I am magnetic,
He says,
I am like magic,
But then,
He looks at me with fireworks in his eyes,
And I think,
It is he,
Who is incredible,
It is he,
Who is amazing,
It is he,
Who is magnetic, and,
It is he,
Who is the magic.

Speaking to her
Freezes the brain
With a warmth forgotten
From an age of ice

She tells me so much
About myself
It's a sad story
Filled with luck to one who
Found something more terrifying
And almost as beautiful
As all she is.

Blessings
Shook me in her words
Faith
Filled me,
Separated me
Pasts were forgotten
She brought me future.

Maybe I'll tell her,
I've done scarier things
Faced monsters
Walked for years
She scares me more than the life of a beggar
Than bullets
Than more torture.

I know
I want
I need
What she has

How many moments
Must be spent
Putting a movie ticket over
What you expect of her.

Love actors give you
Love others talk about
White separate from black
I love
For the first, naked time.

But I say nothing
And pray she'll keep
Her treasure for me
Selfish,
Alcohol said.

What... Am I waiting for?
Whom .. Do I want to be?
I
I want to be her poet
Her artist
Oh god
Before I die.

Should I find her
Locked in the arms of others
I will be rotten
Smashed in the glass she made for me
With nothing but love
That dark, beautiful dream
Of passionate action.

Once boyish hair lost its flight
In toussling winds
One cricket leg after another
Found its way to an armchair
To hide in cigar smoke.

Brown eyes seem dull in an oak room
No shine on the chandalier, no
Varnish left to scrub
For you are a curious one who
Found more than your fingers could stand up to,
Trembler.

Move with the beckon of the sunlight
Dancing the dance that keeps you free from shadow
But hold your head with anvils
Not as heavy as memory
Or as straw hats, poorly fitting.

I find it hard to know you,
Land owning pity
But it's something like noble
To try.

The pretty feeling
Of lip shaped saliva on your hot-plate cheek
The heavy scent
Of her hanging off your arm
The floating flight
When she swings, swings
From your thoughts.

Nobody
Knew her
Nobody
Spoke her name
Because
She only lived así
In my head.

Outside
She shifted
And blew with the wind
All I had to charge me
Were the memories
Listed above
And the bare resemblance
Of her beautiful face.

It didn't have to end
But for the cliffs between us
She looked down from the rocky top
And waved
Never again
Staying in my head as she was