I ATE LOVE

I put love in my mouth

and I swallowed it.

It'll never desert me again:

It is within.

I ate it with my trembling hands

and agonizing body.

I won’t lose it anymore

when the treacherous rain destroys

the sky.

All the beauty loves

hides is mine now.

What was just outside,

is inside too living in

my tormented corners haunted

by nostalgia and by the blind time.

I put love in my mouth

and it rests in my bowels.

I ate every bit of it so gently.

I feel that my soul doesn’t fit

in my gaps muffled by pain any longer

after this surprise.

Love (who would ever guess!) tastes

like watermelons, dreams,

poetry.

Love is still the raw material

that only children and poets understand

when they talk with stars and light up the words.

It's here in my mouth

every time I am naked and crazy

shouting that I am never tired of watching

fireflies courting the night

suspended between those who love

and those who wait to be loved..

I put love in my mouth

and I ate it:

I am enlightened now.

Karla Bardanza

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2011