“ I stay up just late enough until I am just exhausted enough that I can fall into my bed and sink into immediate slumber. Because I can’t stand lying in a bed in a dark room alone with just my thoughts for so many hours and hours. ”
“ I either eat too much or starve myself. Sleep for 14 hours or have insomniac nights. Fall in love very hard or hate passionately. I don’t know what grey is. I never did. ”
“ Then I realize what it is. It’s him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames. ”
“ You see,
I’ve written like a million poems
hoping that somehow
you’ll jump out of the page
and be closer to me.
Because if you were here,
I would massage your back
until your skin sings songs
that your lips don’t even know the words to,
until your heartbeat sounds like my last name
and you smile like the pacific ocean.
I want to drink the sunlight in your skin. ”
Rudy Francisco, Excerpt from “Love Poem”