outside
the clouds colide with each other
raining all the tears,
from all the hearts broken.

inside
we undress ourselves
on top of the black couch
centered on the living room.
(such a perfect comparison,
living being in the center)
piece by piece,
frailty vanishes,
kiss by kiss,
vulnerability diminishes.

I feel this need.
“you know,
I’m not so scarred by life
that I’m incapable of love.
quite the opposite, hun,
the more wrecked I feel,
the more I have to give,
to love, to live.”

I see growing fears
and pain inside your eyes.
“just put me out of my misery,
will ya?”
you answered.

love in times of cholera,
I am now, on top of you,
holding your hands aggressively
and I whisper in your left ear
“don’t you dare.
don’t you play games with me,
I’m done with that.”

softly,
you push our bodies together,
harder,
“if you are not scared,
like I am,
you are not paying enough attention"

“either we swim together,
or we'll drown together,
but I am not strong enough
to carry both our weights”

I woke up, alone, in my own bed,
thunders and lightning,
fulfilling the emptiness of my room
and I just thought
"I'm not even started with all the love I've got for you"