Impacto
No me dejarías volver a la guerra
un viejo mundo gira
sálvame la vida
manten
me
en
tu
mira
The only closed circuit is my life.
There’s no permanent damage in touching the knife.
Death is coming
to have and to hold me.
Everything else is impermanent.
I’m slowly becoming
a nemesis.
Is this all to my detriment?
I find myself newly determined
to slap this hand on the table.
Two weeks and I am able
to undo my glove.
But there are lessons I have learned.
Sweetness that belongs to an urn.
I’m trying to paint pretty flowers,
protecting peace I plan to devour,
brighten up her resting place,
give me love or give me space.
I scoop her up,
she slips through my fingers.
loss is stuck.
I hold and I linger.
stay
linked fingers
stasis paves the way
you let me lead and slowly
we
sway
your head
my shoulder,
Are you mountain or boulder?
I’m hesitant to give you more,
there’s blood all over ancient lore,
don’t hurt me!
please,
I do implore,
but there are
sweet
lingering
words.
you wouldn’t let me
go to war.
what would you do if I gave you a sword?
I am hesitant to be adored.