me parezco a tantas
cosas
a libros y canciones
y a palabras como alcanfor
a veces
soy un poco yo
esos días son cortos.

I wanted to make a list of words that make me smile
there were Julio and subways
books with blue covers
humidity
going barefoot
clean bedsheets
coffee
orange moons
morning showers

your name was there but I scratched it
then I wrote it again.

if spending the rest of our lives together
means we'll die tomorrow
then come trembling with me
like a leaf
or glass about to shatter
or two people who know they're gonna live forever
until they die the next day

Maybe you can't hear it but it's there
it rings in my ears
like a procession of
sighssighssighs
moansmoansmoans
it's the thrill of skin
whispering to skin
it's the sound of my thighs sliding
around your hips
of your arms giving under the weight
of our joint bodies
it's the sound of us
being more than the mere sum of our parts

I wonder if you hear
what I hear when
words leave lips and meet lazy summer air

I wonder if you too like me see
a bird and sugar and sex
when smelling cinammon

these many words are heavy
like a blanket in summer
heavy for being unsaid

so I kick and turn
until a leg
a word
is out
(and the air around it is chilly) and it breathes
but the blanket stays