A poem based on a folkloric Spanish song about a bull that fell in love with the moon.
If emotions were an entity and they could communicate with you, what would they say?
Reach within my heart and rip apart the fibers.
Until your cold fingers grasp a piece of truth.
You are my HIV, my perfect disease.
My eventual downfall, the perpetual hum that slowly diffuses sweet poison into every scene we star in.
Me has seducido
con Tus palabras salvajes
Y encendiste mi alma
con una locura insaciable.
You’re fluent in denial, it’s become your native tongue.
Isolated from society because the drug and you are one.