Ocean Water

i will keep you warm when cold waters flood the present with the past

I won’t let you freeze from the glaciers of pain I used to cause

but you’ll have to feel for me with all the empathy you can find

abandoned homes under the sea where tsunamis used to strike

don’t let your heart remember, you’re above water now

I didn’t know you, I didn’t mean to sink your trust again

I didn’t know myself, I didn’t mean to sink so low

there’s no oasis in the middle of the sea

no way to make it up to you but spend every day

steering us to shore.

I waited at the water’s edge, dried by the sun

seeing your shape on the horizon I began to focus

my vision and now my eyes only swim with memories

of the future.

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Ten Minutes

8:09 p.m.  Te alcanzo dentro de paredes lineas de metal ondas de

20:10        Steel, the ocean is an iron fence most nights. Freezing Celcius water on my feverish Farenheart,

8:11 p.m. Nado como un ritmo y te anhelo como rima poética aunque

20:12     You’re in distant cafés or smoking on a Santiago porch in dead night with somber wings painted on your back,

8:13 p.m. Pero decís que no sos un ángel. Sos un espíritu que comparte mis deseos

20:14      Rebel off-the-grid fleeting aquarius love of my life, filled with patience

8:15 p.m. para mí, y asco para la ciudad que te rodea, sabemos que el destino queda en el París latinoamericano,

20:16    You, interlaced with destiny and destination, interlaced with the journey of

8:17 p.m. conocer todo lo que nos espera y llama, la ausencia ya no me duele

20:18      the nostalgia

8:19 p.m.  me quiere, pero también dejamos en el pasado las pieles cambiadas

Highway

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I am going

to do something

on my own.

you asked,

so I responded: “my favorite inanimate object is the road.”

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I want to be your gypsy.

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I will forever wildly love you.

turn my stone to skin,

I beg Time to let us win.

promise me we’ll sell roses

so we’ll have enough to eat,

with you I’ll hold my breath

and drive to bottom of the world.

my heart is on the highway,

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my life is carried away,

you are my purity

and I spend all the hours of time

craving.

I want your bones to set me afire,

I’ll whisper poetry to you

so you never overheat.

stay true,

in the midst of our hometown blues

We’ve gotta get out,

put ourselves on the road once more,

we can always come back here.

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We Will

I have never cried for love,

until tonight.

under screenlight, in Santiago

you realized we are not apart,

since my first night in Buenos Aires,

a navy blue night which held so much

of what we’ve come to be,

to my pending return to the city

now belonging to us,

every bar and streetlamp and bottle in the street, ours–

you say simply,

“we will be together and we will be so happy,”

in Spanish, and we’ll have no choice

but to make your words true,

that is how love survives

and surpasses

everything.

Empty home

every place on Earth empty of you

but where you are–

oh fireless, vacant hills at night,

which were my comfort,

why do they no longer glow nostalgically,

but only whir relentlessly

into dust and lostness?

navy sky, starless blue

like the sadness of Los Angeles:

beautiful, hopeless;

a black hole: full of everything,

meaning nothing,

forever spinning,

consuming light.

only attractive by its mystery,

which is, in the end, its nothingness.

I am aching with the absence of true home:

the arms of love…

everywhere in the world is empty of you,

gray without your presence,

until I fly homeward once again.