Letter from the City

My love,

you know
loneliness is my allergy.

I wither silently like flowers adorning a cemetery,
when you are not here.

I waste away in the intestine of your memories
together with my hookworms.

And each time I cry
No one comes to dry the oceans in my eyes.

Somewhere in my head
I hear insanity creaking.

For every minute my hyper-electrical blood, tense,
takes me on a journey to the city

where with another man you eat
the love you once saved in a bowl of glass for me.

You paint his lips with delicious kisses.
Rolling back the tears to my eyes with tongs..

Let this sorrow emerging in my heart
like a young seedling in the feces of pigs

be eaten by the caterpillar of your love.
Love written with the ink dipped in your heart.

Wrapped with petals of roses
send to me lines filled with moistened words of your mouth.

Let me read away the thirstiness of your absence.
Let me be snug in the warmth of your words and come for salvation’s sake.

For with your little presence, there is always
a breakthrough.

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