Poetry

(Sometimes you have to suffer 
to be with the one you love) 
  
Some nights it becomes so unbearable 
on the dark 4 a.m. Malasaña streets 
swamped in the cologne of liberation 
and sketchy prose, because something 
is always missing, something very deep. 
  
The street musicians and drunken small talk 
cannot extinguish the thought of you 
burning so hot it melts the inside 
of my skin. 
  
I plead with myself in the vain hope 
you will hear me thousands of miles away, 
how I am lost without you 
how you are the only thing 
that keeps me going 
in an otherwise redundant life 
going nowhere 
in a chaotic cadence. 
  
I try my hardest 
to stand perfectly 
still 
in the fleeting hope 
the sun, moon, and stars 
will fall from the sky 
and the next time 
my eyes open 
your naked body 
will rest 
seamlessly 
inside my long arms 
forever, 
and all this pain 
will be for naught. 
  
Valentine´s day passed 
with a skype conversation 
and a metaphor for a kiss 
that wasn´t the same 
as the real thing. 
It´s taken three days 
to write down the feelings 
lodged on the back 
of my tongue, feelings 
you already know; for 
I´ve said them many times.   
Yet, I am compelled 
to express them again. 
  
I do not worship you 
but I will never put 
a god, a leader, 
a movement before you. 
  
I will not die for you 
but I will never live 
at the expense 
of your happiness. 
                    -In submission to you 
                     I am a man