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.
This thought runs. Slow. Overflowing.
Of memories, disobeyed hope.
Candid unclean truthful.
And you go deep into my eyes with your eyes.
The choise to have you.