7.30.2008

why do i?

I do not love you as if you were rose water, or tulips,

or the arrow of carnations the 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 as the plant that never blooms

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;

so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, or you,

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

so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Goodbye, my friend.
5:11 PM
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