just go, but if you come back, come to me

(vi esta foto no se donde
me gustó
representa como tranquilidad y tambien melancolia
algo delicado y fragil que sale de la penumbra
dulce y perfumado
irreal)

Isolation
the apex of unrequitted, impossible crushes
only for those addicted to the risk of annihilation
is here:
isolation
the word was in your lips
I wanted to be pronounced
just the way you did it
I long to be the isolation
burning in your throat
just like my sadness burnt
tonight
going up inside your neck
reaching your warm mouth
and caressing every single cell
of your dangerous, sweet tongue.
For your voice only, I can be isolation.
And then, you'll be gone
that'll be solitude.
So I say
just go, but if you come back, come to me.