The Day I Found You

I started loving you the day I left you.

Of all the things I love it’s you I fall in love with most.

I started loving you the day I left you.

She smiled, she said ‘hello, I love you’ to him but her lips said only ‘hi, you OK?’

I’ve closed the windows and my eyes and there’s no way of getting to sleep, hearing the whole city filled with people and none of them is you,

how many times is it possible to love you for the first time?,

we were forbidden but we loved each other like God, till death do us part, it’s quite clear, the problem

I’ve loved you even before knowing how and maybe that’s the only way to love

‘how can you say it doesn’t exist if it makes me cry?’

We should learn to love slowly,

you venture,

and yet I have already placed my lips on yours, your scent is unbearable if I cannot touch you, we would be whole if there were only words, and the most absurd thing is that we don’t even need to talk, people like us don’t look for eternity but for feelings,

Every moment deserves an orgasm,

I make this up,

trying to prove to you that poems are made of flesh, never of lines of verse, strangely you do not reply and you allow yourself to be looked at, I spend more than an hour just seeing you and it’s everything