sabes que
apenas me doy cuenta
mis ojos son
dos enormes lagunas
no paran de llorar
las lagrimas sin limite
ya no las siento
solo caen como
mas agua salada
sobre el mar.

te busco
en todo
busco tu cara
tu voz
donde congelo
estos segundos
para ir corriendo
buscándote
a ese lugar
rodeado de rosales
donde nos amábanos

me abres la puerta y ahí
entre la sombra de tus hombros
esta el único universo
donde hay luz
el único sitio que
me quitara este frío

I am leaving you,

You have no soul

How can I love you

When your heart is

The most barren land

I am thirsty and 

Your hands are cupped

But empty 

My back is turned 

And I walk away into darkness

Ground under my two feet but 

There was no path plotted for me

I just went and went

With each foot closer to being

So much further away from

The hollow man with no soul

The weariness in my spine

A gentle whispering 

A reminder

Soon, soon I will arrive

I will get to where I'm destined 

But completely carved out

No roots, no gravity 

Just the drowning victim of

The man with everything 

And nothingness 

june, bring summer.

the dying sun cried into
the crashing moonlit ocean
the dying sun lurched forward
her beaming outpour of
a love lost, a love forgotten

the hot sun, heartbroken light
she dissipated into a constellation
a myriad of tiny explosions
she was large and regal and became small
to recollect and be born again-

breathing new life into a june sky
turning herself a deep tangerine glow
silenting waiting, silently weeping
until she could eclipse her moon love
once more. 

after almost three decades
of hot summers and
that many tepid winters
i realize 

                               i am my own fire.
        the arsonist of my devotion.


your face is the mirage
crystal eyes magnified by
a relentless desert sun
i want to drink from your lips
nourish myself from
your naked body and
the way it grows for me
you fill me, surface level
only liquid, not too deep
what i need when i am too thirsty
parched because i forgot


                          i am my own fire.
 a symphony of burning branches.
roots unencumbered. 

oh, my beloved
please do not fear
for you
 are
already
dead,

they took your soul that night
defiled the creator of
every part of me that
still reflects light onto
this tepid atmosphere

the roots of the ash
our fire left behind
create the smoky
halo of your crown,
king

I never promised to be a marigold 

A crimson compliment to the beating sun 

The ethereal flower that does not cry

Always heated, rarely sunny

With grayish petals that become luminescent against the silver stars 

Belonging to the dusk sky, exploding before another day 

Like glittering shrapnel made of promises and you