Codeine for imaginary wounds

                                                          (Foto: Laura Makabresku)




I'm writing now
from the top of the unknown
celebrating this drilling quietness
in which you were able to light
your little vaporous virtue from afar
in my mind
a candle to guard your abscence

I'm thick in this enstragement
repeatedly asking myself
how many ghosts do I need
to mold one of your gestures?
as I dreamt that
your trembling lips
left burned traces
on the neck of life
and I found myself
pushing you harder but
only in my awakening

I'm thick in this recollection
of imaginary wounds like pitfalls
lured by soil's codeine
in numbness I can cast a crown
upon your hidden kind of being
and yet it's like I have known you
since all the beginnings and the ends

there's a spectrum up here
mixed with bustles and us
forgiving our brightest grays
and the melting of a howl
into the squeezed liquor
of every touch

a strange time is keeping you away
whilst I
create
and
cremate

create
and
cremate
you