Nights

At home in the lamplight,

Time seems frozen and evenings

are lenghtening.

I resemble a little divine statue

and the light includes me only

through the night.

And it is difficult to speak

of the lonely night -

this dark absence of you

to turn away into as if tenderness

didn't tire or die and the crease

in our crumpled sheets

with the familiar place of my sole body.

Damien Hirst, Unique Red Butterfly, c.2008

Danger

I spent all night with you 
In our bed, tracing lines on your skin,
my fingers like figure skaters.
And you told me:
"The world is an enticing danger."
And I kept wondering 
How that could be 

when I woke in your arms.

Silêncio :
contemplar a neve
até confundir-se com ela

José Tolentino Mendonça
in A Papoila e o Monge,
Assírio & Alvim