Erhard Loblein
Those galaxies
i hid in my eyes
as we
touched the fragile worlds
Venus
conceived by the unsounded sea
are still
the untamed magic nurturing
my dried pious
utterances when i fail
to lean
over another eroded day.
It is a
precarious position
to love
what is here and gone
and feel
how breakable you still are
after all
these years.
But the
lullaby goes on and
i still
shout what has been returned
to dust.
If your
soul contains my dreams and
I can’t
feel you,
forgive me.
if stars
still dance between you and me
and i can’t
see them,
forgive me.
Our small
particularities still survive
in those
wonders that outlived
any visible
delight, my love.
And as i write
you this ex-last letter again,
there is a litany
lying on my womb,
reaching an
unbearable climax
but the
responses never appease the angry woman
dwelling in
my uttermost parts
so i kneel
down to feel your name expanding
and
shrinking my tears and memory
when i live
without my life,
when I try
to repeat those words which
are and aren’t
anymore .
Karla
Bardanza
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