Masquerade Poem by Juan Varela

Your onion words
my crocodile tears
simulacrum of pain

Why I love you
because you’re handy
I want ice for my drink
you open your heart to me

You are if I need you
absent but you are
an utopia to believe
you are with me
to cheat on my soul
to keep it tranquil
to cheat on my love
to deliver it to you
without its suspects
it isn’t true

Healthy to know
that we get along well
you’re going to north
I’m heading to south
but we buy the tickets
together

Fictitious fortune
converge happiness
for everybody on display

The inmost doesn’t matter
that’s only feelings
The truth
enemy in common
which can snatch
our disguise
and let us alone