Is it something ill-defined?
Or could it be
an abyss?
Unfathomable?
Maybe it’s the energy
of the moon (la luna)?
Perhaps time has
caused it to
grow cold?
I do not know.
Only that my heart
feels dead and I
could not respond to
intimacy.
No light,
no eye contact,
no magic oil.
A bit of pain.
A coldness.
Loss of laughter.
Intimacy felt
assembled in a factory.
Apart
more than together?
Perhaps this is
growth.
I do not know.
Yet.
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