alanna.

i do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. i love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

i love you as the plant that never blooms, but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

i love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. i love you straightforwardly, without complexities, or pride; so i love you because i know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you , so close that your hand on my chest is my hand so close that your eyes close as i fall asleep.