May 10, 2006
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I Do Not Love You
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
*asphyxiates* i'm not dead, am i? gosh Pablo, how could you?
okay enough, this is not the time or place to get emotional.. but i have always loved that poem.. i am reminded so you know what i did out of it.. it's still my call right? uh.. it's wednesday night and the boob tube's still down.. something is very wrong..
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