ANIMA

Come.. Break for me like concrete.. Fall for me like a stone.. You arrive like a damage to my heart..
already mine, already evaporated before you become blood to flow in it.. I know the rule before it speaks.. I know your taste before it leaks…
I feel it in the way the air tightens when you’re near,
in how light turns cautious on your face.
Some loves are born exiled.
Ours didn’t even get a name before it was condemned. But fuck it… we sinned.. And enjoyed it… You smell like rain trapped in stone,
like something that has never been forgiven.
When you stand close, my pulse forgets its duty
and starts keeping secrets instead.
Every breath is a theft.
Every glance, a small heresy. They say you are not for me…
that my shadow is too long,
that your flame is still learning its own shape.
But desire doesn’t care about calendars.
Hunger doesn’t count years.
It only knows the sound another soul makes
when it recognizes itself. I don’t touch you.
I imagine it instead…
the ache of stopping just short,
the slow torture of restraint
that tastes darker than sin.
Even distance becomes intimate
when it’s chosen…..
loving you feels like kneeling in a locked chapel,
mouth full of prayers I won’t speak aloud.
It feels like keeping a blade under my tongue…
silent, sharp, necessary. If this is forbidden,
let it be fully so.
Let the gods watch us not cross the line
and still lose everything… Let the gods watch us cross every single boundary.. And still exist… Because some loves
don’t need permission…
They only need to exist…
As long as we both do… Come.. Break for me like concrete.. Fall for me like a stone.. An1, 2025