Absence Poem by For Matilde

Wood smoke takes flight
from the autumn shore
The dawn breaking consciousness
lapsing into stillness
The sea recedes drawn back by the pleasures
of the moon

The water is mad and mournful
beneath the mud the soul is melancholy
I am water
made shallow by loss
Now this immeasurable sound
of absence

You disappearing shapelessly
naturally and heartlessly, without resistance
You have become
too much of an intensity
I struggle
to utter your name

Flooded by ineffable regret
the world left empty
Under my skin
you pick at my soul in whispers
There is no voice in your beauty
Only the sublime moment of entry
The fountains of our mouths
and the tragic passion of our fingers