Tell me you love me



Tell me you love me
Come on, tell me
that your eyes will soften
now
enough of the axe of the knife that
tell me
that it doesn’t matter what happens what you do
you love me
always
(now then – come on, tell me, tell me                    
straight away) 
the thing is, you’re difficult
to cross
your face your joke your steady eyes
and everything
always hanging
by a tiny thread      hanging
like that – a thread – like that
and you with the scissors in your hand
one false move and
one foot wrong and
(watch where you step, ok?  look at the path, can’t you see the holes?)
and I
clumsy as ever
can do no more
than fall
put a foot right
right where the thread and the scissors and the eyes that are falling falling falling like
I what
I am falling
Tell me you love me
doesn’t this knot seem enough to you?
(it’s not so difficult, just three words, come on, out with it, tell me, tell me that)
you love me?
but tell me and mean it
say it in a whisper  say it from within
say it without hardening
your voice
tell me like when you miss me or want me there with you
tell me
(tell me tell me tell me)
and never shut up.

Versión de Annie Mc Dermott de Decíme que me querés, My Worst Love Poems, km. 2012.

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