hermosa
they are there, you with them,
on display
the trophies of my mouth
I browse past your smell
past your skin
I observe you as a piece of art
yet I am able to walk away
change rooms
you are in my gallery
of memories
do you feel proud?
do you prefer to be there than inside my heart?
a purple ballon
for a new beginning
flying over a field
with a lover hanging from it
a story unfolds
Not McEwan's story
yours and mine
but same story
of madness
the imbalance that leads people believe
in love
a purple balloon to let that crazyness fly away
your arms around my body
the cold outside
the warmth create in the few space between you and me
that cold night
that empty apartment
that bright night when you for the first time saw me
your eyes my shelter
your smile my force
your mouth kiss my hands
and I can fly
your love my shelter
that cold a memory
your warmth my shelter
they are there, on your face, black spots, covering your beautiful bone structure. when i touch them. they do not escape. they stay there. the ants, that spread through my body while you kiss me. do not shave them, the ants. I like your rough look. it contrast your sweet kiss, and paced voice. i miss your ants.