Without love

Without love

If at least
you have not said that I loved,
If you'd only drawn with your full hand
the meekness of my body,
If I'd assaulted in silence,
like water,
If you'd come to me as a sonámbulo,
all pulse, and heat, and skin, and language.

If at least
you have not said that I loved,
tonight
so bitter tonight
I would be easier to walk her.
Walk without you you're bitten
as a tramp in the window pan,
walk without you, that you've injured
as long belly bird.

If at least
you have not said that I loved,
If you'd only come with your today
simple and resounding as a zero
and nothing more, and nothing of your yesterday and your punishment,
and your fault and your old chariot yoked.
If I'd penetrated without words,
only and only in silence, Battleship.
If I would have measured with your meat
with the hard mouth to the currency,

If I'd achieved without hablarme…

If at least
you have not said that I loved,
If you'd just fallen dark
anonymous and fierce and speechless,
how easy walk by tonight
City dilated in streets.
How easy stop at the corners
and in the hands that pretend to be roses
on the limpid crystal of the stained glass Windows
How easy autumn and oblivion!

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