Sólo necesito estar contigo
Tú eres mi sol, mi luna y todas mis estrellas
Yo no se mañana si estaremos juntos si se acaba el mundo
Pero yo sé que quisiera darte todo
Porque yo no tengo remedio mas que amarte

1075

The Sky is low—the Clouds are mean.
A Travelling Flake of Snow
Across a Barn or through a Rut
Debates if it will go—

A Narrow Wind complains all Day
How some one treated him
Nature, like Us is sometimes caught
Without her Diadem.

Your days pass so quickly
To me
Barely there
And all of a sudden it's tomorrow where you are,
And I am still waiting back in yesterday.
But I am learning
Overseas, over here,
To love you without fearing you,
As you prove to me day by day
That maybe there won't come the morning
Of the last day you ever write me back,
And maybe you will not forget me,
And maybe you will not want to.
I am gun shy
But every day you make me feel
A little less afraid.
All it takes is time to comfort me
And how odd that it should be London Time
(Already ten o'clock and dark
Where you are
Before I've even sat down to dinner.)
When I spent months fearing
These coming months.

Even if I never
write another piece
of my garbage that I call
Poetry
I'm still a reader of such
and stagnant pieces
are just a *******
for contemptuous lust
and soul *******
forms part of the Universe
as such
I absolutely refuse
to read something
Untitled

It ***** me completely
that you can sit down
and completely unload
Emotions uncontainable
Not just on a page
Ink veins open and dripping
but by making your fingers move
making your brain communicate
with extremities can be
exhausting
and still you lay bare
-
all your nakedness
and angst
and your happiness
wrapped inside sadness

and refuse it a name?

What?

You think after you've aired
all your ***** laundry,
hung your intestines
out to dry, as you stitch together
the cavity that once held your heart
It's okay to simply expel your breath
take a look at what you wrote
and call it Art?
Even though its nameless?

I call it irresponsible
to that which you gave birth
and left it rotting in the ether
with no title to ground it to earth