Mudo

Let's preserve our words, tonight.

For another day- when the rains
Are more harsh, and the warmth
Is slowly fading from my palms.
When the dark clouds gorge on the sky
And your little heart trembles
With the prophecy of the tempest.
When the air that we breathe-
Comes in sporadic pulses- little by little
And then a wind- that threatens to choke
Blow our existence away, forever
Into the blinding sharpness of the palm feathers.

For that day, mi amora.
Let us fall into silences
And only hear our breaths
Amalgamate-intertwine-
Like our fingers, our souls, our lives.