A Betrayal

Face and form, they go first
aging much quicker than a mind,
Waist, thighs, arms
take on an air of indifference.
Unfulfilled desire has wearied them,
and they choose to forget
whatever they once promised.

But mind and heart continue the dialogue,
each welcoming conversation;
they argue, they share epiphanies,
sometimes all night they raise
antiphonal laments.

Face and body have betrayed them;
they are alone together,
unsure how to proceed.

Always

The promise of always
lies arrogant before the heavens;
the magnitude of the cosmos,
the multitude of stars rising, falling -
a constancy, as if I'd never existed.
And every desire save this one,
every relationship, save this one,
leads hearts to grow accustomed
to the furthest of places,
save this one - always.

How I Love

I don't love you as if you were a rose,
a precious stone, or a favorite food.
I love you as one loves something more obscure,
secretly, between life and soul.
I love you as a plant that does not bloom
but carries the light of those flowers
hidden within.
And thanks to your love,
the scent that arose inside
still lives dimly in my body.
I love you without knowing how,
or when, or from where;
I love you directly,
without problems or pride.
I love you like this
because I do not know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not,
nor are you,
So close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
So close that your eyes close with my dreams.

My Trembling Pen

Poetic whispers of a kiss
to set my lips afire -
to send my pen trembling
across this open page.

I would touch you with desire,
with the flames of my confession
as such longing for your mystery
entices me, Imbibe!

As I sprawl across these sheets
lying naked and exposed,
I invite you to explore
the hidden mystery of my soul.

Scar me with the traces
of your poetic pen.
Endow me with the pleasures where -
the trembling thus began.