kitty. a slut. twenty-seven.

Tú nunca entenderás lo que te quiero porque duermes en mí y estás dormido. Yo te oculto llorando, perseguido por una voz de penetrante acero.

Norma que agita igual carne y lucero traspasa ya mi pecho dolorido y las turbias palabras han mordido las alas de tu espíritu severo.

Grupo de gente salta en los jardines esperando tu cuerpo y mi agonía en caballos de luz y verdes crines.

If she refuses gifts, rather will she give them.

If she does not love, soon she will love

even unwilling.

Come to me now: loose me from hard

care and all my heart longs

to accomplish, accomplish. You

be my ally.

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility: whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing