Tender Silence
I can still smell your
presence next to me.
How can I explain the
look in your eyes?
How can I explain the
hand movements,
The hush of breath in
that midnight?
Your head leans, tilt
on my chair
And I - opt for the
window.
I am frightened of the
flowing fire,
Sick of the rustle and
dark mass that breaks,
Shaking from a promise
Who would want to hear
the coldness of
Hands that hold
nothing?
I look at you, track of
my memories rush
“It looks like a good
road in your sleep.”
You – still - Unbroken -
Your legs spread wide
Your bones fitting my
thighs,
For a while, then for a long time
I must remember I am a
prayer
And you are my suplica,
You are my radiant
dawn.
Frames of our bodies
hold close for warmth,
Soaked in the night
wind
I touch you, I wake you
up
To pee or breathe air -
You rise. Brush, our
bodies,
Melt in each other’s
back -
Swiftly relieved from
the friction of life
As if we were both
trained in a blaze
And flowing mountain
lava.
Thoughts of a fire rock
on ridges we have yet to pass
Raging old songs from
my throat
I, scared as a kid clutch
on your thigh
Chanting – Jesus mercy!
Your eyes are
asking ---
The kid in me in your
guardianship
Soon we will arrive
And again, we give thanks to God.
With all my heart
I could have kissed and
make us one
Lean you on my chest,
skin on skin
You, pure as dawn,
tenderly
Make me cry.
I have no words to
offer.
Rosevoc. january 2018
For x0lim
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