Saying Goodbye to Barcelona

His hands
Her hands
their moments, tender
kisses, soft, slow, moving
through water
Waves of joy pushing you
over the edge of
a bed
so close yet
so far away from
fingers and hairs
that trace your skin
Orange light filling
the air and painting
your face
with highlights
from days spent
drinking coffee, riding
bikes, and eating
ice cream in white
rubber-soled sneakers on
gum and grease-stained
cement
Reminiscent of songs
of the 80s
and Tijuana
The idea of leaving
tastes
like the water from
the ocean swallowed
without will
strong and sickly
How could something so
good
begin and
end
so quickly?
How could a mere
taste
leave my heart
wishing
and wondering and
hoping
I'll see you
again? In the
shadows of beige
and red
buildings and reflections
of street windows and blinks
of the eyes turning
around for another
chance
In my mind
in my heart
en mi cuerpo, a
vibrating switch left
pressed.
Don't forget me.
Stay with me.
Just close the door and
let me have you
for five more
minutes
Here and now
As you are
As I was,
unfiltered and
tangible and I
promise
I will love you with
curiosity and
wonder, like that
of a child
Grown.
Discovering new
worlds
your ripples
your alleys
your monuments

Your hands
My hands
Our mouths
forming a
crescent from the
release of a breath that's
been held too
long
Together,
we can make this place
our home