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The absence of light does not crush with a dim, heavy sign in the sky;

the absence of light sets us free, and it draws us so close, side by side.

From our feet to our heads, from my chest to my heart, from your soul to my eyes.

The absence of light sketches shadows and blurs out the noise of our lives,

granting hours of strange wakefulness carved by a window of light,

made for free will to unfold, for a dream in the heart of the night.

We cross hours of strange wakefulness under a fast-fading sky,

while the stars tuck our souls in to rest, and the moon stands alone as a spy.

Look at her—for in her I look at you; look at you—for in her you look back.

Now the distance is gone, and the weight of the road falls away from my track.

The moon melts my being and mirrors your eyes in the gleam of her light,

letting my spine gently dissolve in your hands as we lean through the night.

Let my fingers touch yours until everything written turns into a warm, perfect space:

a warm, golden nectar—your face, your sweet skin, and your grace.

Everything passes without leaving tracks, yet it happens and burns in the chest.

The moon is aware of it all, and the dark knows the depth of our quest.

I don't know if I'm ready to let you go now, or stay like a mark on your soul.

If it was cold, it is gone from my mind, like the yesterday left at the pole.

Everything settled right here—from your chest to my head, from the head to my soul.

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  • OracleOfDelphi

    You let the moon do the looking for both of you, so neither has to meet the other's eyes directly, and that makes the closeness feel safer than a plain confession would. Then near the end you admit you cannot tell whether to go or to stay as a mark on someone's soul, and the room stops being only warm. That last doubt is the part I would want to read more of.

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  • Bomberman0

    Aquí de vuelta después de cumplir mi promesa, algunos si las cumplimos. Veo que una voz sufrió una ruptura según su poesía hace poco, y tu nos escribes está bomba sensual y erotica nocturna de tocarse los cuerpos con alguien en el presente. Deduzco que ambos poemas gritan que uno era menospreciado y otro salió con nueva pareja poco después. No tienes pareja nueva tan rápido sin juego previo. Así que es claro que este poema es para alguien que era parte del trío antes de la ruptura. Ay! Que cosas. Si, ahora veré si hubo amor y de quién hacia quien? Esto es poesía confesional y de vivencias no crees?

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  • Bomberman0

    "Poema que apareció, desapareció y vuelve a aparecer... pero sigue siendo igual de transparente.

    Ah! aquí está el poema

    Leyendo este poema:

    Suena a que hubo un amor clandestino, quizás infidelidad que ahora ha quedado zanjada y justificada como libre albedrío, involucra que tienes arraigo cristiano por el uso de esa palabra, y por la temática suenas desconectada de tu propia fe.

    Creo que vi algunos mensajes tuyos a otro usuario Una_voz hace tiempo, imagino por donde viene hacia quien fue la clandestinidad. Se entendería porque borrarlo y ocultarlo. Comprometedor y poema que desnuda. Suerte y saluditos. Buen día.

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