“Alan is a dumb fucking name.”
it’s memorial day and i love you
it’s memorial day and i love you
so goddamned much that my eye balls
balloon and swoon and maybe this
summer i’ll take vocal lessons so
i can sing to you all of me and
say softly or sharply or way too
loudly that yes babe i love you
and i love the way you shake
dat azz and wink sideways at me
in public you are a beast and
i need it.
tomorrow we will meet up with all of them
they’re everywhere and brilliantly bare
and that’s how i like it on roof tops and
patios talking about drake and gwyneth
and taylor swift just dropped her jaws
she dropped them so hard, as if they
were so hot.
like you.
like summers.
like coals on my tits.
fuck you television writers
who don’t know about us
and how we lust and love
and fuck and fight and cry
and lord i am so tired
i have been tired since i
was born but you’re tired too
yes you are a constellation
that keeps changing.
what’s it matter babe
why i keep you around
when at the end of the day
i still keep you around.
Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
P. Neruda
