MURDEROUS

My love is made of solitude
You don´t share.

Pretend to play by your side
I'm an archaeologist

trying to open your sarcophagus nude.

I read the hieroglyphics

but I can´t decipher your hand.
Are you a sphinx

and devours me completely.

Poetry is your best guide.
But lives buried in the dust of the day.
Under the rubble of their routine.

I'm isolated miles away

from any inhabited land.
The only bridge that remains between us is poetry.
Her diaphanous fabric can´t play.

You live in somnambulistic state.
I'm the corpse bride.
Looking for meager crumbs
I try to save you by resurrection.

Maybe so you don´t return

to the living world direction.
I hope I found the triumphal arch

where my love lives.

Nathalia Leão Garcia 

February  2nd , 2014