I love you only because it's you the one I love;<br>I hate you deeply$$$ and hating you<br>Bend to you$$$ and the measure of my changing love for you<br>Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?<br>Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.
I want to see thirst<br>In the syllables$$$<br>Tough fire<br>In the sound;<br>Feel through the dark<br>For the scream.
Like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness$$$<br>and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.
I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose$$$ topazor arrow of carnations that propagate fire:<br>I love you as certain dark things are loved$$$<br>secretly$$$ between the shadow and the soul.
The birds of night peck at the first stars<br>that flash like my soul when I love you.
In you is the illusion of each day.<br>You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers.<br>You undermine the horizon with your absence.<br>Eternally in flight like the wave.
I fly a star ship across the universe divide and when I reach the other side; I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can. Perhaps$$$ I may become a highwayman again or I may simply be a single drop of rain but I will remain and I'll be back again and again and again and again and again and again.
I got lost in the night$$$ without the light<br>of your eyelids$$$ and when the night surrounded me<br>I was born again: I was the owner of my own darkness.
In this part of the story I am the one who<br>dies$$$ the only one$$$ and I will die of love because I love you$$$<br>because I love you$$$ Love$$$ in fire and in blood.