I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You by Pablo Neruda

By Pablo Neruda 

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

Pasty Colors

by Christina Issa

pasty colors fill the face holes

of voids we didn't know existed
holding hands is contrived 

tepid manners replace love

tricky words fighting patience

hinged on thin-string semantics
playing the harp of language 

this polarity is rough

we want what we desire

breaking dishes against the ceiling
definitions are now fleeting
and intimacy is enough

making love is immediate
timeless energy that treads water
we forgot about the dishes
it's raining fragments from above



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