Touch me with your bestial pupils,keep me in a floating air between us,clasp my shuddering thoughtsbelow the moonlightcaptured in a candle jar.

Daunted by thedepth of the shallowness of your heart,I chose the wings of freedomto lead me to belief and faith,to the deserted island of my sentiments,of memories that wanted tofeed on the wrecks of the sunken ships…

To retreat in my aloneness,my beautifully peaceful garden, to find shade under my heart, in the solitude of abundance, without you in sight.

Eager to please I submit to your moulds,your forms, dimensions,turned into a monolithic figureI silence my objectionsbecause love is the ending goal.

Hold me as if I were the most fragileobject that a touch of a feathercould break.Dance with me with the same animal craving,with the same desireyou would make love to me.

Everything has a breaking point. A string of guitar,a heart, when no longer loved;Ropes of anchors holding ships tied,shell of an egg when bringing new life. Breakage is always a path to freedom. Even when falling into stygian gloom.

Like the tigresswatching her playing cubwhile napping,covered with sun raysthat are blinding her.She opens her eyes widerat every sound,at every movement ofthe trees, air, soil…Protective. Alert.That is how you look at me.Wanting to save mefrom all that could harm me.Preventing my pain by loving me

Our goodnight spooningbecame goodbye turning awayfrom one another,the farther we could,to the edges of the same bed.

Darling,I’m walking around our placeswithout you.Thinking of the last timewe talked, we laughed,kissed, and made love.I couldn’t remember.Not one moment.Not one feeling.Just a faded canvas leftin front of me.