CLASH

clash
I can not be your
you can not be my
but this cold and spine
we struck
and guess what makes us tremble?
Cruel is knowing
that we can not live
the same time
and that our thoughts
although they are the same
fluctuate in different winds
I can not be your
you can not be my
between the kite and reel
there is a line starting
wax the sun
that cuts our nights
vigils.
I can not be your
you can not be my
when I'm back
you have is poetry!

Carlos Gutierrez