–inspired by Pablo Neruda
Drink from me
As from a well.
I’d have you as my child.
I would do it all over again.
As the circle moves me
In currents of pain,
I want this time
To prepare you.
I bought you roses of intoxication
So to practice on me.
A fragrance of self-gain and vanity.
You must see, As i let
you go free
A possession so excessive
Only loves conditionally.
Drink from me
As from a well.
I’ll let the poison
Keep you sleeping
While I hold you,
Corrupted from your essence
Something this is known:
That somethings so beautiful
Are easy to possess.
Craft and art of mine,
It must be so naively that you trust,
That you return to depending.
I am not what you think
I pray you don’t think too much.
Staying awake,
I fear the doves in your soul
That Lift up as you sleep.
They say there must be
something you want to do,
But not with me.
If you had the mind,
You would do something differently
In the morning
When the doves do not return
You will see your own soul has burned
Into the fragile fragrance of a slow
Burning flame
Because touch is all I have
I don’t believe I
give you much.
Just as Love is sacred,
my love is
No church.
It would happen again.
It would only hurt.
Empathy is Poetry 