how many poems

how many poems
do your eyes carry
like a guiding light

how many nights of words
of comings and goings
wrong turns

how many caresses
does my breast carry
my face
my skin

how many debts do I have with life
that drew you toward me
like a coincidence
a chain of encounters
and farewells

how many truths have we woven
uncovering our pasts
our deepest lies
how many moments of light
of warmth
of shared magic

how many hearts
have we sketched in the air

how many I love yous
have we left in silence

today,
none of this is important
any longer

now
I discover once again
I feel once more
that the infinite is right beside us
when I hold you in my arms
when I touch your skin
and in silence
I long for you