love in pablo's eyes, her on my mind...

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way...

that this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

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every breath, every move
every thought i have is her...
the touch of her hands
its warmth likened to a fever

i do not know her yet
nor am i aware that i've met her
yet in the silence of my soul
i hear the sweetness of her laughter

i see her in my mirror
i smell her scent in the air
so calm and so mild
i imagine the smoothness of her hair...

she's not by my side yet
and only father time can tell
so for now i close my eyes
and to her i'll be closer...

~theweed