He told me that I'm achingly silent
That it torments him
He stares, he waits
But no answer
Just watered black eyes gazing back at him

I said
That's because we don't mean anything we say to each other, anymore

Insincere smile
With sad eyes
That's how he described me
Lifeless laughs
With silent thoughts
And desire to be free
He said,
You give
But you can't take love
Odd, for someone who needs it
You touch,
But you can't feel
You hear,
But you don't listen
You stare,
But you can't see
What could be,
If you just let me

I thought I could grasp it
The washed out blue life of it
The tainted shadows that live among it
The other side of it
But it, is something that cannot be foreseen
It is something you stumble upon
Once you fall into the bottomless pit of it
Never to come out

It hurt
It hurt to touch him

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've watched you for many days,
Many hours,
Many minutes.
I thought that maybe you'd notice by now,
The inescapable infatuation that possesses me when you pass me by.
I know that I could love you.
In a way that takes every little grain of tenderness within me.
From the bitter depths of my past,
To the hopeful shallows of my future.
Maybe you could feel the same,
Only if you let me.
Oh tall boy with brown eyes,
I know this may seem strange to you.
I see beauty in your lanky exterior.
Your rose stained lips
And the jagged edges of your cheeks.
I see beauty in these simple things,
They're what mean the most to me.
One day you'll see what I see,
And maybe you'll let me.

little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.