Silence

There's been silence, trapped

I feel as if words cluster inside my lips

As if everything I want to say is meaningless

'Cause I feel it was not said to you

Never a poet has been so quiet 

In his short eternal life

Never a poet has been so injured 

For feeling a passionate unquenchable love

Silence, is what I see coming out of my mouth 

Dripping shadowy ink that stains 

Even the whitest of souls 

Silence, the stain of red flagrant love

There is silence in your aura

When I observe your naked figure

Androgynous shadow of lust

What have you turned me into?

Allay, Silence! Allay!

I quietly shout to the heavens 

As every time I get to admire those figures 

I indiscriminately fall in love with them 

But they don't see I fall in pieces

The poet remained silent.

DA 2016