For You My Beloved... Poem by Sebastian Soberania

i am a piece
of blank paper now

do not write upon
a page of my soul

i prefer this emptiness
as i prepare for

the coming of the author
of a book

i am a closed mouth
speechless in waiting

i am a hand closed
upon itself

an eye gazing to
a mountain ahead of me

i am a body that soon
you shall own

there is a word that
i want you to utter

to open my door
to spread the steps of my chair

you must first entice time
you must first embrace a moment

and then it shall be done
and then it shall be over....