The color dazzles my senses,
they’re dense for the vague morning dim light
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.
And I become alone
cheerful to look what strikes me,
long a street that gazes me mine...
This thought runs. Slow. Overflowing.
Of memories, disobeyed hope.
Tell me if you’d be willing to kill, for that,
for a life’s breath.
this thousand-year old lock and I sink in the deep, in an unsaid freedom.
I wrinkle my body.