acronar.

come closer, love,
so i can memorize the lines in your face
and admire the spaces in which
more lines will eventually deepen and grow with age.
come closer, love,
so i can admire everything about your past.
like neruda once said,
déjame recordarte cómo eras entonces, cuando aún no existías.
come close enough
so i can whisper your name
in remembrance of when your parents
first decided upon your name,
of when they first said your name aloud,
with shock, with pride,
as though they knew
exactly the type of man
you were to become.