Eres

You don't give answers
Or light to my garden,
And there's no warrior
Who rests in you.
There's no August moon,
Or April rain,
That hasn't slept
Before in you.

You are small
Like a shooting star,
Like the universe
Before exploding.
You fly like laughter,
Like a dandelion.
If I lie to you,
You do it better.

Now tell me what they will offer you
The lost afternoons, your blood on my skin,
The tired house, the blanket on the sofa,
The TV on, the urge to cry.
And now tell me what they will give you
The peace in your belly, the depths of the sea,
Tired seagulls, my shadow on the sofa,
The glowing ember, the urge to kill.

You are the broken glass,
The sea I delve into,
Whispering wind,
The ruined marriage bed,
Acid in my eyes,
The coffee of my mornings,
The hand on my sex,
The sound of battle.

You don't give answers
Or light to my garden,
And there's no warrior
Who rests in you.
There's no August moon,
Or April rain,
That hasn't slept
Before in you.