It was, what was it?
It was a face-down fall.
In the first plural
They were bodies that asked for redemption
They were looks they couldn't bear.
to see themselves in the other.
In desire there was no thought.
Only action
like a crime that demands no explanation.
And when it was over, they didn't cry.
They felt only sadness for the bodies they sought
to forget.
She with knife fingers put on earplugs
of absence, slaughtering the time
before he was born.
He called her a murderer.
and kissed her on the neck
as if he forgave her.
And then, they rose again.
But they never accepted
The silver they hung around their necks
for a little flesh.
Separation is a sword of Damocles.
Not because they weren't loved.
But why couldn't they stand it?
to love themselves
They didn't even say goodbye.
It became an absence forever buried
in the chest
It was transformed into memory
Without anyone hearing them
the cry of the other.
Photo By Francesco Ayets – Web Gallery of Art: Image Info about artwork, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=17614288 https://el.wikipedia.org/wiki/
