I want to be, my love

I want to be, my love short poem

Now, for long,
I have lived with eyes
that have never strayed in another’s.

Now, for long,
I have lived with silences
that have never strayed into another’s.

Now, I want to be, my love.

Now, for long,
I have lived with arms
that have embraced nothing but some dirty pillows.

Now, for long,
I have lived with lips
that have known no taste but their own.

Now, I want to be, my love.

Now, for long,
I have lived with a heart
chiseled by storms and thunder.

Now, for long,
I have lived with a love
etched in screams and shivers.

Now, I want to be, my love,
Now, I want to be.

Now that you have taught me
to tremble in front of beauty,
I want to be, my love,

Now that you have taught me
the language of birds,
I want to be, my love,

Now that you sleep by my side
in flesh and in flames,
I want to be, my love,

Now that your waist turns into sand,
into snakes,
into sleepless nights in my hands,
I want to be, my love,

Now that your hearts open,
your legs open to my touch,
I want to be, my love,

Now that war is play,
Now that lust is love,
Now that profanity is sacred,

Between your lips and mine,
I want to be, my love,

Between your eyes and mine,
I want to be, my love,

Between your silence and mine,
I want to be, my love,
I want to be.

This poem is part of the Poetry Book Oblivion

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I owe all of my poetry to the influence of Pablo Neruda. Reading him 10 years ago on the beaches of Goa, gave me the permission to be who I am and write what I feel. My poetry has never been the same after that. All that I write is an offering to Neruda.
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