My love, my love

I want to eat with you,
be, love with you,
I want to touch you,
see you.

I tell you,
they say it in my body
the threads of my customary blood,
this pain says it
and my shoes
and my mouth
and my pillow.

I love you, love,
absurd love, foolishly,
lost, enlightened, dreaming roses
and inventing stars
and saying goodbye
by going to your side.

I love you
from the corner post,
from the carpet in that room alone,
in the warm sheets of
your body where a poppy water sleeps.