To write to you is not easy.....

.....Words 

engorged with desires

Like nipples

Hardens 

slips into a playful stream of verbs

Between the thighs of my silence...running 

Moan my Sufferings , since you're so determined to make me suffer....

This breath 

warm

between my lips

sad

because i cannot speak.

This  wind howling 

how they bite

how they blow me into pièces.

i eat.

I drink 

from the stones and rivers 

of  sorrow

my handcuffed feelings losing their voices in your meadows.

Tiptoeing 

 my eyes understood 

watching a few 

trees....

the solitude of the half lit winters.

Waiting for the sun

waiting for you

if you might come....

if you might come

i write , 

but to write to you is not easy my Darling,

 Words sink like Titanic

in your cold waters.

No matter how i speak

your anwers deeply haunt a silence to which i cannot accede.