Morning Distance

Inside,
I am dying
Your eyes
show nothing
within me

Don't want to
love you tomorrow
I want to love you
now

You tell me it's
morning
world awakes
We can't stay
in bed

What is it
in sleep
that pieces
us apart
again?

Promises
fill the closeness
with which we
hold each other
immobile

But there's no
touch
Our skin feels
different
when we only
look at it

Punctuation

You are my punctuation 
Without you words flow 
 And their meaning is lost
 As I can’t breathe

 No sense is taken 
Without the pause
 Of your presence.

I am a man

I am a man.
 I feel. 
There is no sense
 In which I am 
 apart from my sister.

 I am a man. 
I am my body, 
and each part of it
 in its fragility. 
My strength lies 
in bending 
after broken

 I am a man,
 I am able of cruel sweetness
 and the sweetest cruelty 

 I am a man. 
My beauty is unintended
 And I am made of insecurities.

 I am a man.
 I cannot keep 
what comes 
in victory 

I am a man.
 I care and I forget
 I lick my wounds
 and nurse my dreams

 I am a man. 
With no apology
 I give my love 
and learn from 
kindness 

There is no sense
 In which I am 
 apart from my sister.

...

We have no faces
     Why do we need them?

Our love speaks in old forgotten symbols
Words we did not say and we could not think
As we closed our eyes and felt ourselves
slip into each other.

We have no faces
   Why would we need them

Our songs are memories unwritten
tales untold and smiles of heroes
that no one recalls