Written Februray 17 2012; Three Days After Valentine´s Day

(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  witha 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