in english we say i miss you,
like the person you seek comfort from
is nowhere near.
in french they say tu me manques,
like that person
is literally missing
what i’m trying to say is:
te echo de menos.
you’re not here in my circle of proximity.
you’re too far away to hold close
or even meet for a walk & a talk.
& maybe it’s selfish
but i find myself
or how you make me feel
when you embrace me & my being;
talk softly to me & laugh with me;
walk calmly near me
& search for answers in my eyes
or on my lips.
we’ll always be friends.
but i think you’ll be that friend
where i feel something more.
safe & calm;
happy & warm;
soft & blissful.
& while i can feel those things
with my friends & family,
it grows differently with you:
a gentle glow of light
in the depth of my soul,
kindled with every touch;
every inhale of your cologne.
i hope it never dies out.
i used to question:
what if it’s just the idea
that i miss
& the short time we spent together
that i relive in my mind?
but i know it’s not just an idea.
because if it was, i would want that
with anyone who piqued my interest.
but it is listening to music with you
& sipping cider in busy bars with you
& sitting on cold benches conversing with you
& lying breathing with you
& how did it get to this,
when surely you don’t feel the same?
i could see it,
& maybe you could.
but maybe that terrified you,
or made you think more than you should.
pero que será, será; whatever will be, will be.
the Lord will have his way,
& it’s okay to feel,
come what may.
so is this simply a nebulous picture
that i once dreamt up on a train?
no, it is you.
m i s s
there are hundreds of languages to say i love you in,
and you only ever say those three words in the fake ones.
guilt-ridden and poisonous and acid-tipped tongue,
dripping and corrosive and destructive.
I love you is synonymous for i hate you
and i love you means I'm sorry
and i love you means you'll never do it again
and i love you is a lie
Why do I want to
Why do I want to
Why do I want to learn
To connect to my
i love you.
Wǒ ài nǐ
я тебе люблю
Я люблю тебя
jag älskar dig
no matter what language,
love is beautiful.
writings on the inside of my walls
pictures and symbols of our love
deep sounds of moaning rising from within
nails digging deep and deeper into flesh
carvings of sensual sensation
creating waves and waves of passion
******* together in unison
simulating each senses, the aroma of love
written on my papyrus
All mean hello.
Communication is an important part
of our lives.
Words are used so many times,
and let's keep ours
soft and kind.
around the world
help us say
many different words.
But one thing
is for sure
when it comes to all these words.
They all have
the same meaning
when it comes
to being yourself.
Because no matter who you are,
you are you,
and that it that.
Can you read what you read?
I'm sure you can and there's no need to ask.
But it's weird.
Feeling through symbols.
Combining symbols to make sense.
But some combinations are wrong.
Making sounds for symbols.
Saying the symbols correctly.
Different accents for symbols.
Drawing symbols, making them look pretty.
Fonts for symbols.
Imagine. We are ruled by systems of symbols.
I don't know if names exist before
things or things exist before names.
I don't know if you are your name
or your name is you. I only know
that I hunt for words I can scream
out loud, I can pronounce tasting
the salt and the sweet inside a
noun that reminds me of you, I
can drink as it was the water in
your iris, I can swallow like waves
of red wine getting me drunk the
way you do. I hunt for words where
I can see you, I can find you, I can
feel you, even in other languages
because one is not enough.
Once there was a time I was obsessed with the "grammatical platonism" of Jean Jolivet. I'm still fascinated by this conundrum of the names and I love to think that Poetry gives me access to a sort of Hyperuranium.