Come
let’s camp out here
The night
will toss its web of frost and stars
upon us
but we’ll know how to shrink
clinging to each other
to wriggle out of its tangle
Hold me tight as if tomorrow
depended on your arms
I’ve had enough
of sticky, warring
shadows
and hearts hung on hooks
or crumbled into a bitter soup of regrets.
Come
and don’t look back
in this barbarous night
with an oblique wind
that shoots spit and pins
into our faces,
set sail your worries
slide your head
along the calm sea of my chest
among the long, blond waves
and half-open lips,
mold your sleep
to my heartbeats and snores
waiting for the wide open spaces
beyond your lids.
We are the Lacoön
of our own crushed dreams,
against the slithering snakes of jealousy
hurled at us like chained balls.
Come
let’s stay here
a little longer and forever
in this temporary eternity
and let’s hide so they won’t ever find us
not even tomorrow
when hordes of light
will descend from the sun’s slopes
to colonize the shadows
and pave the mysteries
and sterilize the alchemies
and demolish our barricade of embraces
that has no need of questions
to be an answer.
