Xavier Villaurrutia

I love you with a hard and cold fire.

I love you without words, without pauses or silences.

I love you only whenever you want,

and only with the mute presence of my actions.

I love you by mouth and while lying,

Do not distinguish yourself in tenderness.

I love you when you pretend all the indifference

that your abandonment denies, that your heat melts.

I love you every time your skin and your mouth

look for my sleeping skin and my mouth wakes up.

I love you for loneliness, if you leave me in it.

I love you for the anger that my reason incites.

And, more than enjoyment and delirium,

I love you for the anguish and doubt.

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