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.
I lock in the color,
in the hollow of my thoughts.
Unmovable, motionless, shocked.
I fly, I slide, fast.
I’m all hot about a maybe painted in the air.