Maria

It was half-past moon when 

I heard the sobbing.

Echoing through walls,

 raining upon my window.

I could hear your quivering lips

 on the other side!

Were you shy Maria? 

Were of afraid of coming to me?

Did you think I’d sprinkle your tears

on the wounds you gave me?

I can hear your smell through the door-

I put my hand on the knob,

and feel the heat of your skin.

I’ve been standing where you left me Maria!

Survived through all those men 

making love to you!

I saw your broken shadow 

twitching under the bedspread.

Every time I wanted to dip 

my fingers in your chest,

and pluck the black-hole 

from your heart!

But now that you’re at the door Maria

I’d kiss your voice clean of all the sobs.

Pluck stars from the nest of night

to plant them in your hair.

And every time the wind kisses your neck,

a song will be born in the

black-hole of your heart.

P.S: Falling in love with women, especially older women is a risky affair!