09.02.06

ganas de hablarte pero
no

in the closed unreadable hollow of your chest
that night i could still feel,
as if by the miraculous whim of a graceful
God,
a deep answering shiver that without sound echoed
those two words
i whispered

if only that love you longed for so desperately
were truly the magic elixir,
to throw open the stone caverns unlock
years of misshapen silence

angry impatient you still reach for me

helplessly i open
like a flower
under the weight of your touch,

waiting to break into bitter stars
at the moment of discovery

09.02.06