Tagged: love

in your silences

you’re the reason i am where i am now
and where i am is nowhere near
you and your antics, your mistrials
your misfires or your silences

and where you were
was never where i’d been
we’d only sidestep,
dance, pretend

i’m the reason you are where you are now
and where i am is nowhere near
you and your songs, your rare smiles
your breath, your words, your promises

and where i was
was never where you’d been
we’d bash our hearts
together, then

you’d be the reason i am where i am now
and where i am is not quite clear
to you, or me, and all the while
i’m listening to your silences

i’m listening to your silences
i’m listening to your silences
i hear you in your silences
i’m with you in your silences

meta’fisico

this is the word
the one that describes us
physical
kinetic

but, not content
to merely be conscious of
our physicality
or to hover above this
earthly plane,
we instead add an accent
we stress the a

which makes us more than just lovers
we are two halves
of the same fractured shadow
slipping sideways
through cracks in the present

runs on

you are heart of my heart
(but my heart now is dangerous)
you are bones of my hands
(but my bones are a trap)
you are blood in my veins
(but my blood now is traitorous)
you are breath in my lungs
(but my lungs may collapse)

and the guilt
and the guilt
and the guilt runs on
am i stealing your life?
am i stealing its son?
and the guilt runs on
and the guilt runs on

elemental

you are in me.
you are ocean, you are tide
i swim in your depths
and am caught, tangled
in seaweed arms
i breathe your water
into my lungs
i flail against you
the embodiment of futility
for you sustain me.
you imprison me.
you free me.
you are

elemental.

as water

i swallowed the truth of you
without asking
without yes, without please
your sweetness ran down my throat
like honey
like reeds in water
slip under and seem to
rise again for breath
(inanimate though they are)
they flow; they, too, become liquid
and in that moment i both ingested you
and became you
i bent to your will
(or perhaps
your will and mine
simply slipped outside the confines
of ownership, of you, or of i)

vida/vita/life

what is it,
to say that you are my life?
you are now
you are then
you are the future foretold
we are reincarnated souls
that find and seek and find
de nuevo/di nuovo/again

what is it,
to say that you are my life?
you are blood
you are breath
you are heartbeats in the dark
we are love’s first spark
that burns and blushes and burns
siempre/sempre/always

what is it,
to say that you are my life?
you are minutes
you are hours
you are days that flow as water
we are years in the making
decadas/secoli/millennia

il ballo

each word is a love song
in this our dance
some days, a tango
(slow, sensual, full of wrapped legs
and midnight confessions)
other days, a samba
(quick and light, joyful,
playful and laughing)
the rhythm and melody change
but what does not change is this:
when we turn, your hand is in my hand.
when we spin, my eyes are fixed on yours.
when we pause, breathless,
i impulsively consume
what air remains in your lungs
with ravenous appetite.
your hand on my waist, an invitation.
my hand on your shoulder, an acceptance.