II. Hurricanes
March 14, 2025 at 5:32 AM
Do not fall in love with someone like me —
It’s request, or even a plea.
We attached with all our passion, we’re
Scared to hurt those we love, and still
If you’ll ever choose me I will destroy
You in the most beautiful way.
I will ruin for you music and books,
And everything, every day
Will remind you of me — even the mirrors,
Because in your own reflection
You will see the features that I extolled
In my poems, in this endless collections
Which I dedicated to you, to my muse,
Leaving an indelible mark.
In every gallery, where I took you
Museum, monument, park,
You can’t ever go with no aftertaste
Of me like tart blood in your mouth.
All roads will be closed and you’ll have to
Move somewhere to snowless south
Because even on snow I will for you
Leave the elusive trace.
And you’ll understand why hurricanes
Being called by people’s names.