Sweet Idleness

I am going to lie down in your cat's cradle
but if I get entangled or fall,
share this lazy moment with me,
as you tell me the best side of our story
from every angle.
There should be one.

I feel like forgiving the universe
when I truly live my lust, my sex and condition
without looking sideways or turning off the lights.
I want to waste my energy contemplating
our inadequate beauties in loco.

I am glad to be here, doing everything
and almost nothing when I steal your show
to capture this untamed morning in media res.
Everything seems to be so perfect when I come,
when I grab and savor a piece of you.
You always die so elegantly but dying
has always been a part of our lives.

Let's live our sunlit metaphors until
we have no more time to be happy.
Let's get dirty with our desire and break all
the barriers and taboos as we run naked during
this idle morning.

We have just today,
We have just this will to hang around.
I don't want to be myself
and you can't remember
how to be who you are.

Forget the script you know by heart,
the role that gave you the Oscar of my despair.
You still fits (in) me perfectly.

Karla Bardanza

I wrote my poem listening this song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wjEX7yPMn1U
You might not understand it because it is in my language but the melody is lovely. Surrender yourself to the Brazilian rhythm.

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