My love is made of solitude
You don´t share.
I'm an archaeologist
I read the hieroglyphics
Are you a sphinx
But lives buried in the dust of the day.
Under the rubble of their routine.
I'm isolated miles away
The only bridge that remains between us is poetry.
Her diaphanous fabric can´t play.
You live in somnambulistic state.
I'm the corpse bride.
Looking for meager crumbs
I try to save you by resurrection.
Maybe so you don´t return
I hope I found the triumphal arch
February 2nd , 2014