To the one with the starry eyes - long poem

To the one

with the starry eyes

and a heart of stone…

everything is always you.

My name is as common as a door

or an empty photograph.

I will not call upon your namesake,

I’d rather call you brother

(I’m with you             in your pain).

My chest is an uncertain number

of certainties. I am not homeless,

nor am I sick with deadly fever.

I suffer love, and that is perishable pain.

Time rots what it does not understand.

I am son, brother, slave.

Each one knows

which part of me belongs to them.

Sometimes I’m a cock

and it’s not because I’m scared

or an asshole, it’s just my face.

Yesterday I let the sea wrap itself

around me me, it pulled me in with rage,

removed everything I am

except my body,

the sea does not tackle misfortune.

I love you like the enduring past,

the hidden future.

I have not changed much.

I tell lies so I can say I’m joking,

I haven’t changed at all,

and in my eternal repetition,

my disrespectful, treacherous day,

you come and go like sea waves.