I'M GOING

I'M GOING

I'm leaving, I'm absent

of all your body,

from the fresh spring

of your kisses, new.

My soul is clawed

inside my chest

to get out

and brush your hair;

and enter your veins

which sap boiling

climbing by branches

of immense trees.

Looking for you in the water

soil caress

to calm down

with your tender hug.

Find you so far ...

How will I do it?

If you are in me, always,

Because I love you!