Love

Lingering silently in your grip

I fall on your face

I spread myself

On your eyes

On your cheeks, on your lips,

And I slip

In an uninterrupted fall 

Drop by drop,

I hang below your chin,

On your eyelashes,

Stick to your hair.

You wipe your face

At the moment

Of my final drops.

Oh that it would not be so cruel

To bring an end to you.

If only I could penetrate your veins,

Arriving at your heart,

Creep through its vessels, 

With its pulse.

I would have danced,

Captured the beat,

And faded in your deep breath.

If only!

But such is this.

If only I would not fall

Drop by drop

Thirsting to stay on your smile 

And slip across your eyelids.

Yes!

If only my insignificant fall was not this way

That I would find my end. 

November 2, 2014