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…