How Can I Love You Poem by L.B. Temuco

How can I love you
when my breath is made of words
That, like constellations, shine
Celestial sirens they scratch
on the skin of the universe
They march in the curve of darkness
in search of the honey
of a single flower
They kneel like apostles
in the meadows of the moon
They lay like dust
in these attics of being
They flow in the blue veins of the air
Come my precious love,
let me bury you in clouds,
so that I may return always to find you.

I feel your hair on my face
the love of its movement
its dark falling rivers
I drown in the deep labyrinth of your occupation
We are a single wet-pleasured being, without eyes
without existence to keep us apart
We disappear when we can
We hoist our incompleteness
in the fleet of time
in all the oceans
in the strange continents of our dreams
your soul the last part of the sky
your silver scales a necklace around the sun

Your voice is enough on my lips
I have always the many mirrors
of our battered love
the sad infinity of windows
Their long silences
Their endless ache against the night
In death your kiss will remain
I will love you like this.
in the earth that holds me