poem...

i do not love you as if you were a salt rose or topaz

or the air

or the carnations that fire shoots off

i love you as certain dark things are to be loved

in secret between the shadow and the soul..

i love you without knowing why

or how

or when

or from where..


i love you straightforwardly

without complexities or pride

i love you because i know no other way than this..

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand..

so close that when you close your eyes i fall asleep..