Woke up too tired of falling
Just to land in someone else’s arms
Of looking around to find your eyes
Without success
And of loving you
in secret caress
To find myself broken again and again

So say your goodbyes
Even though I know you won’t
Because these are the last words
I ever write to you
And this is the last time I hope
You’ll catch me when I fall

Made out of stardust
Raised by a full moon
Every day you were sunlight
Delighting me too soon

I wish for you every star
In a darkened bright blue sky

That you keep shining like you do
My darling, you’re even better
Than you were at twenty two

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

they call me your puppet
I let it slide
and smile
just as you ask

but somehow those words
pierce my little heart
'*** I know in the end
they are right

and little by little
I begin to realize
I stopped being human
in broad daylight

I wrote it all down
What I wanted to tell you
About how sorry I was
And how much I wanted you back

But I left it in my car
As I set it on fire

So now we’re back to step one
And we have a few more to add
To the unsent love letters