Shared loneliness

(Gustavo Carpio C.)

Soft rain night.

Unmitigated.

So silent.

No light, yet so bright the shine that begin on us, expanding from us.

Can see it all around, even this, still life rising beside me.

Can’t recognize this sensation….. Perhaps… inside….

I want you to place your nails on my face, and around my back

And thrust them hard against, once and… once and…

Another time…. Again.

Only trust you can perceive the sound of my quiet scream of help

Now numb and irrational, I listen voices.

 Which lessens my all senses?

And confusion invades my head.

That rouse me in to a puzzlement, of hidden collective intellect, we share spontaneously and gently.

Like we want to decompose ourselves in to a big cloud of comfortable understanding

Unifying our thoughts and getting drunk on enthusiastic knowledge we drink from each other.