Unconditional Stupidity

Your two-handed sword fell from your hands
creating space for my dreamy fingers
after waiting all this time to be your prisoner.

The irrationality of my body lingers,
enters my brain and goes beyond
what I can feel. I wipe my eyes surreptitiously
in case I need to find more space in me.
-The space is full of my heart-

You are farther and further.
Now.
Not now.
I don't happen to you.
You can't see my adjectives on a silver spoon
even when I offer you them
to cure your blindness.
I want to drop dead immediately:
get your sword and slice me
in this excruciating night.
I love dying for you.

Karla Bardanza
http://asmoonsewsthesatinstars.blogspot.com