LOVE IS LIQUID

In the corridor of this jealous moon

I shall live and die,

flying kites, losing my sanity,

waiting those letters from the sky.

I am so imperfect

when desire inhabits my inns

and the sharks show me their fins.

Love is liquid:

I drank it fast

and it ached

when you touched my lies

and pain.

When I smoke life,

dreaming away again.

Some losses are infinite.

I keep losing myself

inside myself.

I keep trying to forget

all my fears on a dusty shelf

But they run after me

like a slave who is chained to his master.

I fell yesterday.

I am in a dark well,

waiting for redemption,

waiting for somebody

who will never come.

Maybe he drowned in shipless oceans.

Maybe he sank in dead seas.

Love is liquid:

the water is still potable here.

Drink of me.

(my mouth is dry)

Did I wave goodbye

when you decided to live

behind the shadows?

Who can quench my thirst

in this river of life?

I am floating,

so immersed in peace,

no sound I can hear.

I am in my mother's womb.

Protection,

warmth,

love is liquid.

Feed me on your blood Mum.

Feed me once more

as you did so many times before.

I am floating,

my hair spread out and rested in tender water

as your fingers threaded through it.

Flowers blossomed in your eyes.

Bliss,

perfection,

love is liquid.

Where is our source?

why is it dry?

Why, my love, did you have to die?

I shall live.

I shall understand.

Water is so pure.

Let me drink it from your hand.

Karla Bardanza

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2011