by Arturo Hernández González
"Happiness is written in white ink on white pages".
—Montherlant
Through you, the light that shadows spurn
finds my heart, where it dares to burn:
a tender voice that shines, displayed,
against which my body, bare, is laid.
Illuminated, the letters call—
the naked revolt of urgent love for us.
I write, my soul held captive tight,
within these words I weave tonight.
We are honest, stripped of lies,
as secrets gleam with unveiled skies.
I kiss you with a naked might—
the muscle that shapes both life and tongue,
a trembling song to the hollow night.
You rest upon my tongue’s soft end;
I drink the rain your voice suspends,
the color your name allows to blend.
Write white on white—
your heart, my lips, alight.
Your name, a question, fierce and red,
your word, the fire where thoughts are led.
Your mouth blinds mine with love unspoken,
its forbidden ache—a law, once broken.
Last updated February 19, 2025