Midnight talk

by: Marilena

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I know that this sea won’t keep its secrets

until morning

like the two of us who stay unbalanced right now

in the wind’s caress and the impalpable teasing of the sand

and act as if we’re not aware

of what’s awaiting us tomorrow.

And it’s late now to change our way.

Late it is to shut the doors

which opened widely, during this little dusk

tonight,

so that they don’t empty from inside of us

the weeds and broken shells

that this sea has stuck upon our bodies.

It won’t keep its secrets until tomorrow morning

-and don’t look at me with this dizzying gaze of yours,

because I’m getting lost-

it won’t keep its waves and undercurrents,

its frozen corners under green slippery rocks,

much like I don’t keep them now.

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Don’t rest your head on my shoulder like this.

-please-

I don’t know if I will stand the extra weight

from the trust of your closed eyes

and the tickling of the thin flock from your hair on my face

and don’t look at me, no.

I don’t want to get lost.

Do you hear the wind against the trees?

Do you hear it? Yes, listen to it.

Picture me as nymph between the leaves

that was disoriented

and doesn’t know where it’s standing,

on which branch or trunk,

neither where it’s going.

Oh, I know that the sea won’t keep our secrets until tomorrow

but I must at least try.

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The nightfall is sweet

in this forgotten beach

that all this time had me wanting to come here with you

and now look at this-

I’m avoiding you.

Don’t look at me like this again,

you’d better concentrate on the way our fingers

leave a vapor trail on the sand

and then it washes away immediately

from the water that goes and covers everything-

even the roads we carve together timidly.

But the road to my heart

is blocked today

like yesterday

and the day before

and even longer ago than that.

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It takes something more than the saltiness that reaches my nostrils

and the intoxicating scent of your hair-

I told you not to touch me. Do you want to see me break?-

It takes something more than a somnolent moon

or more like hypnotized,

for me to give you the key.

The time is passing

and the shells are dragging with them

a big shipwreck from down there.

Where are you staring at? I don’t mean the sea.

Let it keep its secrets.

I’m talking about me.

And here’s how beautifully I’m saying all this

that you can’t see my hand

making holes in the sand with circular movements

and piling the gravel in mountains

so high that their crest is a pointy arrow towards the sky

and so many that I can’t count them

and so alone

that they remind me how I’m not

the only one.

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I’m sorry. I told you not to look at me.

Now I’m lost and it’s not your fault.

I shouldn’t have brought you here.

Now, what my hand did finally reached my heart

and it’s surrounded by mountains.

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Yes, look at the sea like this.

It’s almost dawn.

Its secrets are now long gone-

do not be afraid.

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Let me be.

I must take back what I stole from myself.

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