This loving you is not about me now,
when I don’t see your eyes nor feel your ways,
it’s present in your absence where somehow
it turns up as a mastodon who stays.
I see its eyes at night, before I fall asleep,
it groans so friendly while others ignore
the fact it’s in the room, a love so deep
perhaps can not be dealt with anymore.
The hunters that are luring just outside
and want to kill my mastodon of love,
they have no chance, it knows in time to hide
from them. The love and I find this enough.
The last of species may this creature be,
but it lives here. It is the love of me.
This week I signed a contract for my second poetry book in English titled “Amor”, that will be released in August by Winter Goose Publishing, they also published “Vertias” last year. I am looking forward to that. Have a nice Sunday 🙂