I have a hemorrhage from you
I bleed your crime
my arteries empty of your name
does not coagulate your memory
because so many crooked deaths
your promise of ...
let's be bones
let's be rags
let's be guts
let's be saliva
but let's be
let's be
let's be divine
let's be blood
but let's be
this holocaust love and its ghost
they never suspend the daily and languid wake
wearing scarlet flowers between her fingers
to wither in a red glass vase
my skeleton knows where to sleep the end
in the room the bones die
vertebrae open on the carpet
fragmented the marrow to the air
the sore bed of blood cells
without scarring the sheets
with osteoporosis the chair and the sex mirror
transfusion of other eyes is not enough
they are lead needles that suicide
in other marble bodies
who swore to free their crowd
I must bury the beast that did not aspire tenderness
and hid in the bleeding coffin
with the excuse of ignoring heartbeats and disasters
give points to the hollows of my skin
where you did not go
go to the wake of your wish,
carry the coffin of my fictions
cry the muses that agonize in my veins
and to each poetry in which you lived make them grave.
No one can heal this massacre anymore
You ignore my death wound
and my soul suffers
I leave in my will
having expired from near distance
only because of you.
Didn't you know that you had died
and that I loved your corpse?