Three times I wrote
this poem in your skin
and again I tattooed it
in your tongue
so you would feel it
inside your being.
But when you woke up,
you were still asking me
about love.
Then I took your pulse and saw
that you were breathing with pain
in this space between
my lips and the morning.
I knew that if I lose you
I could stop existing;
therefore, avoiding day light
and surprising myself,
I repeated, may be
lying again:
I love you!
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