I’ve craved too many miracles for your
Lack of will. Who do I have to offend to
Revive your willingness? Who should I
Adore to make you reborn?
I talk too much about gods…
Without any faith.
I know you don’t understand, yet
I’m never angry — I know you don’t
Because you can’t
Are unsure if they should hold yours,
So I hide them in my pockets. I
Hold the gemstones I’ve saved
You are still one of my chosen burdens
Let me write a poem about
The smiles you provoke.
Instead of praying, I will
Go out today… I will buy the best
Cup of coffee…
I will honor your existence
When, alone, I meet you to tell you
Everything I know about
Gaia and Éluard