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This Love

This Love

I

Quiet down my heart,
       I’m confounded.
Over the mountains,
             your trumpets
resound
          too ardently.
The echo
          of your verse
        submerses me.
I beg of you,
            “Mercy!”
My eardrums are bursting
                 nervously.   
enough!
        enough!
enough of this!
    Enough of this love!

II

This love is outrageous,
                                 I rage.
Without patience,
                      I rip open (my cage)
my ribcage,
               and whistling,
tear my heart to pieces.
                               It’s ripe!
on each piece,
                   her initials are inscribed.
And senseless,
                  my eyes wander
endlessly
          from N to T.
Submerged in thought,
                               destiny
pensively,
           traces the road
from New York to Toronto
          with a pencil.

 III

Answer me,
“Is it in you?”
     If your answer is “no,”
whisper
        tenderly,
rip through my sinew
      softly
and go.
If your answer is “yes,”
caress me
    but once
with its stress
    and leave me breathless...
...yes!
        ...do
...leave me deathless.
Answer me,
    “Is this love in you?”
 
IV

I grow tense,
        “Say it.”
Silence
           ascends
     skyward
              with a prayer.
Bottomless
     puddles
         (those are your eyes)
reflect boundless
               skies.
This love is beguiling,
  smiling,
it hides
        behind
 the corner
           of life’s corridor
and behind that corner,
               there’s a coroner.
 
V

I feel like a foreigner,
        I don’t belong here.
What is this that I crawl on?
All this fluff,                  
                a cloud?
      “That is my shroud.”
Almighty,
          in this love,
                   I was buried alive.
There’s been a mistake,
              I was taken
to paradise,
         because she paralyzed
          me with her eyes.
It’s too crowded here
  and oddly,
I miss
         my body.
“All right then...
                    awake!”
 
VI

I fall through the air
                        carelessly,
and awake
        somewhere
on a bus
          near Albany,
someone is calling me...
shaking me
        impatiently.
“Sir,
     I must
           check your ticket.”
Enough!
just take it.
“Reason for your vacation?”
             love...
“Destination?”
    near her...
 
VII

Listen,
      mirror,
           can you hear me?
Hear my heartbeat?
                        I need her...
I need her
          near me.
Reflect me
          with affection
                           tenderly,
perfect
       my identity,
whisper in my ear
              and beguile me!
Smile
         from above me
                             mildly.
Tell me
       that she'll love me,
                            lie to me!
 
VIII

The heart is drained
                     and the ink
                        hasn’t dried yet.
Pull the shades lower.
        It’s private,
don’t look over
            my shoulder.
Too late to hide it,
                 it’s spilling,
                            it’s brimming over
the sink.
       In wild convulsions,
        it surges.
It floods the pages,
    the streets, the churches,
            the squares,
                     the courtyards
           and Eden’s orchards.
I can’t contain it,
                    this love is gorgeous!

IX

Alighting
           my soul
        from above
with a thousand torches,
    this love
       scorches me!
It burns inside me
   and tortures me!
The world
           is too small
         to hide me.
Now that you’ve nurtured me,
                        open your eyes!
On the crossroads,
    I’m hanging exposed,
arms – crosswise
      across the skies.
Only notice me
                and I’ll arise…