Right after days
of silence and solitude
we, in pursuit of spaces
and magical grounds
collide in blue
dream-like refuge
far and allied
closely with birds
in harmony and array
I in berceuse,
you in dors.

After nearly forgetting your face
I crave nothing but to study it
respect my wishes
and my longingness for affection
I pray my face be more radiant
with warm rose light
than cold blue
artificial glows

after such absence
you remember who I am
the map of my anatomy is built into your brain
and the nerve endings are excited
spinal cord reminiscence
awake my dusty adrenal glands

but as soon as breathing changes
sadly we are interrupted
an uncomfortable force
lumbering awkwardly
rests at the bedside

we hadn’t kissed in three weeks
today is no different

Seventy-nine days ago I walked home in early
September wearing a smell
of you.


       You said once, while massaging my back,
                   tense and fickle, but folding
             under your hands;
      “We're all off ***. It's a matter of increments.”

Today, moving back and forth in this building
It's rough-cut stone walls a consolation,    

I think, borderline obsessively,

You don't know what to do
with a woman like me,
do you?

If I just could
pull the skin in one piece off my face
tearing slowly, strongly with my fingernails
baring the muscles

Then if I just could
pull the muscles away piece by piece
tearing slowly, strongly with my fingernails
baring the bones

Then if I just could
pull my eyes out of the sockets
tearing slowly, strongly with my fingernails
baring the empty gaze

Baring the truth of my face
Baring the grin of my skull

your lips touch mine, a simple revelation
that begins a revolution
walls crumble
guards stumble
as you fumble for the key
you open me and see
that I am no longer who I used to be

you found the door
that leads straight to my core
and because of you I can love like never before

so now that I've moved on from all that has been
I plead to you, baby, kiss me again

Spanish

Debout sur mon orgueil je veux montrer au soir
L'envers de mon manteau endeuillé de tes charmes,
Son mouchoir infini, son mouchoir noir et noir,
Trait à trait, doucement, boira toutes mes larmes.

Il donne des lys blancs à mes roses de flamme
Et des bandeaux de calme à mon front délirant…
Que le soir sera bon.. Il aura pour moi l'âme
Claire et le corps profond d'un magnifique amant.




              English

Forsaking my pride, I want to show the night
The inside of my cloak, plunged in mourning for your charms.
Its infinite handkerchiefs, its handkerchiefs black and black,
Piece by piece, tenderly, will drink all my tears.

The night lays lilies upon my burning roses
And cool cloths upon my feverish brow…
How good the evening will be! It will have, for me,
The luminous soul, the profound body, of a magnificent lover.

My lover asks me:
"What is the difference between me and the sky?"
The difference, my love,
Is that when you laugh,
I forget about the sky.

I longed to be the mug you clutched
as your mouth glanced its lip, shivers crept down my spine
I wished so much to curl up in the warm spaces between your fingers
your tea soaked smile held me captive, while my own barely stops nervous fluff from escaping