To my Love:
Destroy
With all the strength you have,
These antique walls that constitute my body.
Excessive solidness,
Excessive height of limbs,
I hear no sound of prayers from your mouth.
Just tear my walls down.
Let me fall in pieces.
Let me slowly bleed on autumn morning.
Unveil me, disrupt me
Like a storm of raging thunders
Washing centuries away.
Undo me and I’ll be yours.
Dismantle me and I’ll be yours, and yours alone.
And once you’re finished come close to me
To build me up again,
To save me from a liturgy of pain
And make me a constellation yet to be
Shaped into the bulky form of galaxies.
Just another poem about heartbreak. The human body pictured in the form of a cathedral, slowly destroyed.
