when you hit the like button,
and the heart turns red,
or you reshare my work,
it revives me.
Someone always likes something.
Oh and how heartwarming it is
when you leave me a comment.
It fills my spirit,
to know you like what I wrote,
and you cared enough
to read my words.
For you, the viewer,
I respect you.
Everything you are.
I read your comments,
each and every one.
I appreciate them all,
and this is how I thank you.
I really love
how you build me up,
and how you are there for me
when I need you.
Thank you truly
from the bottom of my heart.
You truly make me
bleed diamonds.

Your kisses
Are all over my brain
I think of them and I think of you
Suddenly, I can think straight

I think of your hands
How they caress me and embrace me
They force me to do things that I love to do
That I know you love too
They don't let go
And I never want you to

...I'm coming over.

Ten word poems are cliche. Who even writes those things?

by Octavio Paz**

Between going and staying the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.

All is visible and all elusive,
all is near and can't be touched.

Paper, book, pencil, glass,
rest in the shade of their names.

Time throbbing in my temples repeats
the same unchanging syllable of blood.

The light turns the indifferent wall
into a ghostly theater of reflections.

I find myself in the middle of an eye,
watching myself in its blank stare.

The moment scatters. Motionless,
I stay and go: I am a pause.


Translated by Eliot Weinberger