Requiem

-Viridiana Rios Contreras

Degree in Political Science ITAM

 

The man I loved has died,

a false ghost inhabits his body,

although standing goes and looks at me,

is ostia blasphemous,

is silent sea.

 

I loved its maze of profuse ideas,

it tangled in hidden tears,

that fell due in flimsy identity.

I loved the caresses did not know me,

my hand in his teaching my plans,

my maps skin, sweat, Cadence.

I loved its diluted tenderness in smiles,

its so slender figure that blended with mine,

his inexplicable explosion of orgasms drowned.

I loved the white powder inviting sighs,

the eternal night of dilated eyes.

the line that tied our inconsistencies

I loved that sparked fury sunset,

my bathing suit lying on the sand,

his arm and my tears salting the waves.

I loved the importance of not overlooking anything,

the struggle of love that always lost,

its so simple to me girl form.

The man I loved has died,

his endless quest for self killed him,

it has become someone I do not know

 

Now I know,

He died in my arms that November.