poetry

S.M

Poetry

When I stare into your eyes
and you stare back into mine
I don’t just see the surface
I see the galaxies as they hide.

And for those fleeting moments
I know not of gruesome thoughts
but rather of the cosmos
the stars, your eyes have caught. 

It’s as if you swallowed night
just to take my breath away
the universe is endless
and my feelings are the same. 

Striking depths of space I see
your eyes provide this view
what do you think while you search mine?
All I think is, ‘I love you.’ 

– Virgil

Literature

Facilis descensus Averno: noctes atque dies patet atvi ianua Ditis; sed revocare gradum superasque evadere ad auras – Hoc opus, hic labor est. 

“Easy is the descent into hell, for the door to the underworld lies open both day and night. But to retrace the path; to come out again to the sweet air of heaven – there is the task, there is the burden.”

The Aeneid 

– Pablo Neruda

Poetry

I do not love you as if you were the salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this; where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Sonnet XVII, come love letter