.
I now
to date
selfishness
be blind ... I love
crucified in your arms
and without backtracking
in my fall
secret ... damned
Writing
am not enough
it is quiet and off
burned on the page
of my desires first
and reason omitted
this embrace
I am far
this presence yesterday
of that name on the sand
a poem once
and the echo of your voice that tears me
ear
and twists my lips
change life
You read me sometimes
secretly ... in love
cruel words
sheltering in the armor
of your silences
and thy wanderings
I have so far
be blind ... I love
(Painting: maria-d)
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