I am not cut out for this human heart.
It bleeds in colors only visible to me...

From the windy, cloud-cloaked shore
I watch the whitecaps blurring the horizon...

Securely tucked in their warm glow,
The frost in my chest begins to thaw...

I could disintegrate with a gust of wind.
My bones and body feel brittle and hollow...

Your gun had ammunition.
I heard it fire; I felt it pierce my chest...

There is nothing for me to forgive;
I hold no resentment, no anger, no disdain...

I see you behind your silken words,
Feel your heartbeat within their rhythm...

I hurt him in ways I never meant to,
Cascaded tears down his innocent face...

The thought of you in daylight feels fictional.
I have no doubt your pale skin...

The horizon ahead is painted with gold.
Waves of fuchsia and lilac meet...

Your eyes remind me of Jacó;
They seize me like the moon does the waves...

I used to whisper my wishes to the moon,
Spoke to her as if her craters were your face...