treasure hunt

#4

-I do not love you-

I do not love you as if you were the salt-rose topaz

or arrow of carnations that propagate fire;

I love you as certain dark things are loved.

Secretly, between the shadow and the soul

I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom and carries

Hidden within itself the light of those flowers.

And thanks to your love, darkly in my body,

Lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or where.

I love you because I know no other than this.

But this, in which there is no I or you,

So close that your hand on my chest, is my hand.

So close that when you close your eyes, I fall asleep.