I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
As all things are filled with my soul
You emerge from the things
Filled with my soul
You are like my soul
A butterfly of dream
And you are like the word: Melancholy

I like for you to be still
And you seem far away
It sounds as though you are lamenting
A butterfly cooing like a dove
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not reach you
Let me come to be still in your silence
And let me talk to you with your silence
That is bright as a lamp
Simple, as a ring
You are like the night
With its stillness and constellations
Your silence is that of a star
As remote and candid

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
Distant and full of sorrow
So you would've died
One word then, One smile is enough
And I'm happy;
Happy that it's not true

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Before they slaughter the trees
and dry out the seas,

Before they bring us to our demise,

**** every single one of them.
Take their powdered faces and show them the familiar places.

The trees we belonged to,
the farms we melted ourselves into,
our cracked hands and crippled songs.

“We the People of the United States,”
belong to a defective system.

“In order to form a more perfect Union,”
we must ****** any other color but the one starting with W and ending with E.

We must

“Establish Justice,”
through ruptured services provided by
our land of the free.

“Insure domestic Tranquility"
by wearing black blood as medallions
and hanging limbs on walls like taxidermy projects.

They must,

“Provide for the common defense (of their people),
promote the general Welfare (of the 1%),
and
secure the Blessings of Liberty
to ourselves (themselves)
and
our (their)
posterity."

We the people of The United States,
are the opposition.

We the people of The United States,
have become a mixture of burnt down protest and invisible words.

We the people of The United States,
are nothing but pawns in a rigged game of chess.

We the people of The United States,
must
****
just
like
them.

I wanna kiss you

Real hard

Right on the lips.

Until you pass out,

or until all you can taste is me.

I want to whisper "I love you" while you kiss me

I want to carve my name on your tongue

Then grab the back of your neck and make you kiss me again

and again

and again.

and again

I want you to remember that kiss.

I want to stick my tongue down your throat and lick your heart until the ash of past fires can be cleaned off.

Now; I want to kiss your cheeks and your neck and your fingertips and your stomach and your nose and everything else.

I want to duck tape your ribs

I want to mold your heart back into one piece

I want to sit right in front of you in that lonely table for two.

I want to trace my fingers down your back so **** slowly.

I want

I want

I want

to slur my words into your ear while I fall,

until I fall,

down your throat and into your **** heart.

Darling believe me,

Im afraid to fall for you, into you, so the acid can devour me.

But I would fall.

No parachute, no wings, no safety net. I would fall face flat if I had to.

My goodness dear,

I wish to swallow your voice, your laugh until all I am is walking proof that lips are not all you need to be kissed.

I want to tell her that despite all of this,
despite the blood that she bleeds when she slice open her wrist,
this will gradually be replaced by love.

This, this is beauty.

My joy, my wisdom, my freedom shall be her name.

My dearest one, you suffered,
now look ahead,
I shall take away the empty.

There is something inside you, this creed of corruption,
but my eyes see beauty.

I have been waiting for you here.
If I have to wait until the wind calms, then I will wait;
because love is the force that transforms and improves the soul.

This girl reached within my soul,
her hands were exhausted and cold but I told her to dig for what she did not have

She is here.

God has chosen to show her light;
for the world knows a miracle has touched me.

She is a jewel, a treasure.

I do not surrender my treasure, I guard my treasure.