lluviadeabril
lluvia & rain
You call, I come
- surrendering the fight-
how can one fathom life
so far from your thoughts
as pieces of the sun
- kisses wither in time-
and sieving memories soften
the fall
-you are my demise-
sweet harshness striking in calm
stripping marrows in early dawn
-yet you cannot will my will-
A paper weight holds
down the heart and all beneath
slowly dies
-petals arched in the sun-
And yet, you call, and I, well I
just want.
