(no subject)
i do not love you, as if you were salt-rose or topaz
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 straighforwardly without complexities or pride
so i love you because i know no other way
than this, where i do not exist, nor you
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand
so close that your eyes close as i fall asleep
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 straighforwardly without complexities or pride
so i love you because i know no other way
than this, where i do not exist, nor you
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand
so close that your eyes close as i fall asleep