Dream Life

                                        a secret? i miss you the most when it rains. it reminds me of the spotted umbrella i used to carry everywhere. how when it started to rain you would run up behind me like a bird seeking shelter. and how i would tip the umbrella your way- make room for you in more ways than one. a secret? i scarcely carry an umbrella these days. most of the time, i'm too tired to run for cover, too tired to keep missing you like i do. when it rains i always lose my balance- alwyas trip up somewhere down memory lane. and my heart ends up soaking like wet socks from a puddle i didn't see coming. a secret? i saw you coming. i just wanted another excuse to walk you home.

                                                        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 straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I Know no other way than this: where I does 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.