El Árbol Caído

I'm tired but not defeated.
Numb but not asleep.
I'm dizzy, disheveled.
In love with the fallen tree.

I've woken up early on Mondays and Sundays.
Desperate to not be your shelter.
I'm drowning in your saliva.
In love with the fallen tree.

I'll take care of your smile and
Someday you'll smile at me.

I saw the beauty of your black eyes
Early in the morning when the dog barks.
I was the mornings from the shore
On the other side of the fallen tree.

I'll dream of picking you up and
Someday you'll pay attention to me.