IT WAS NOT YOU I KISSED

 

That rose was perfect.

It should be immortalized

or maybe the petals should

be scattered behind my heart.

Yes, I am grateful to you:

Your chivalry is outstanding.

(much enjoyed indeed)

The night was almost perfect

and I could see yearning in

your eyes, I could see your

rhythmic heart beating fast.

Faster than mine.

(It was not you I kissed)

I am not sorry for my soul.

The desolation of that extinguished

moment is carved on the moon and

shall be crystallized in my thoughts.

Some mistakes are to be forgotten

and buried where long shadows cry

and creep.

(it was not you I kissed)

Let that rose be dissolved.

Petals lost yesterday and tomorrow.

You can’t plunge me deep in love.

You can’t make me wear life.

I need more than a rose or

meaningless delicate attitudes:

they only open doors and nothing else.

I long to be the soundless sea,

the amber between somebody’s poetic

hands, the sound sewing bodies in

sublime motion.

( it was not you I kissed)

I was half afraid.

The love I want is so rare,

so distant. Can’t be wreathed

in a simple rose.

The love I want swims in my

sweet depths of anguish.

It is rooted in my hours of

chalk and coffee.

(it was not you I kissed)

The salty sweetness I find

in his words and presence

perfumes my soul, makes me

fall from my languageless clouds.

He is the light pulsating beneath

my skin.

(Yesterday I didn’t kiss you, I only kissed him)

Karla Bardanza



You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have truly lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love.
Henry Drummond