I
sculpt your face on every mirror of my house
With
the sharpness of my eyelashes
I
etch your face on the back of my eyeballs
And
see you every time I close my eyes
I
sail towards your lovely mouth
Like
an obsessed sailor
Shipwrecked
But without
losing the knots of hope
I
swallow the circle of your moon
Only
to find oceans spying on me
With
high tidal waves of your hairs
I
use your name as a verb in my poems
To
hide it from every desperate noun
Stalking
you forever
I
rest my faith every night in your arms
Finding
God is otherwise delusional
Without
praying all night
Every
night!
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