I cannot live without you
without you by my side, in my heart.
I have endured your absence
like a raindrop that endures the impossible distance
in the volume of oceans
inside the thistles thirst of a desert.
I have inured your absence like an innocent man
who has been accused of a heinous crime
of having righteous dreams.
Like a fish of pleading
in the shingle shores of meaningless eyes,
like a momentum mummified in the crystal of an ice cube,
like eternity heightened within a moment.
Like a butterfly
bottled inside the fossil of its wings,
like a ballet inside a music box,
like a fawn
hatched in the crystal chandeliers,
like a rain dear,
inside the broken glass menagerie
of hyenas' fangs.
Like a volcano that erupts upon its desolation
like a woman who breastfeeds
her infant of glory,
like the drops of morning dues
on the Crown of thorns
of her bleeding story.