Juan Delfos

How does one predict
the form in which
ones heartbeats
will be expelled

To resist
to retain
to confine
to protect

oh!

and everything in reverse

It is the curse of love
and there are no words
reasonable enough to explain

The curse
which produces detachment
and all at once
attaches

The curse of having to ponder
of having to act
of presentiment
of being oblivious
of believing and disbeliefe
of speaking with silence and shouting aloud

The curse
of suffering
of rebirth

The curse
of having to dream
and dream of her (dream her up)
of not understanding her
and to have to discover her in myself

the curse
of having her at my side
and having arms
much too small
to wholy embrace her

the curse
of tears welling up
at the point our cheeks unite

The curse of having to say goodbye

The curse of your departure
while never actually having arrived.

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