A red shudder
passes through me
I’ve opened the doors
to the silence of unknown musicians.
Impudent, I keep an eye on me.
I lose one’s way on the breezy look of this silent wave
You are enough for me.
In that moist and hot air, I messing around in bedding that smells like deep sleep. I know that I can turn attention to that few lines writes with love, from the Love.
And now, in this simple and spare reality, I discover you. On the horizon.
Leaf through you in an air blow that doesn’t come.
Consume me while I cut this wounded air.