Estrella

Hastío de sabores ordinarios
que jamás en mi boca probarías
y tu mirada que guardas egoísta
mezcla de deseo y frío, 
cautivadora y sombría... Y yo
con la duda de, si algún día 
bajo una blanca estrella 
nos volveremos a encontrar.

Tú que quisiste crearme
a tu antojo y tu medida 
para ser sólo tu mito
que por tu voluntad 
yo fui tu todo
en un momento de éxtasis, 
sin diluirnos en el tiempo.

Tu, que por cada paso que das, 
aunque de mi te aleje,
cada vez te acercas más
sin saber el hambre que 
tienes, hasta que has probado
saciarte...

Eres el mismísimo fuego 
que ignoras. 
De mis brazos el destino
y yo callada cómplice
quizá para tu camino. 

Sometimes I get very quiet, trying to hear the sound of my soul. There are nights when I roll in my bed and then stretch out happily and then remember I can do so because I am alone. And the world seems a nicer place except for those minimal moments in which I recall the comfort of your arms and -okay, I'll say it- I miss you. And my imagination tries to grasp you; I guess what you´d be doing, what you would say, when we will meet. There are so many afternoons together we've skipped since you left! Even as busy as I have been working -and you too, most likely- I am sure a lot of things have happened since we last spoke, there are so many news to share...

I confess that sometimes I would like to pretend that you are with me. Just for fun. Because I like you. But the world doesn´t seem like a big cold place anymore and I feel strong and well. Well, I guess I am alone, but that just feels right. I am not lonely.
Still, I crave for the night´s gentle light, to rest my eyes. And would you miss my warmth?