“Feel your breath on my face
Your body close to me
Can’t look in your eyes”
Yes, she’s real.
I’ll never forget you.
Just from the thought of you.
Your whispers move rocks. In no language. They roll uphill.
The view, the view of your delightful blues, merging with nameless horizons.
My eyes are actually shut, I just think of you.
Your two mountains, I climb as the sun shines. And when it doesn’t I crawl. I cuddle. Now I crumble.
Past, present and future..
I am losing track of time.
I was swimming in your depths.
A spring of love. Sipping calm. I let go.
40 degrees warm affectionate arms.
Belly-buttons, night dives.
Intimate hugs.
Love in other highs.
Highs and lows.
I was falling.
Santa Catarina, have you given birth to this holy body?
Baptized. A Jew.
Wedding, I am not attending.
Where are you going?
Not following.
We need to talk, and we need to stop talking.
Listening but focusing on lips.
The voice in it blows my emotions wild.
Cactus please, you’re growing on top me.
…
I hope I’d see you again..
Piano playing my soul.
I am your melody.
Lost and found.
Stop, pause, play.
If my wings can soar backwards.
I can be strong, forwards.
But not enough for you.
And I want to be free.
When I say I love you.
I am finding my heart using my left palm.
I can’t reach. It’s my right hand side. (Common sense give some slack)
I still carry your love.
But am I…
