How many poems more?

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I wonder

How many poems it would take me to read to you

before you fall asleep?

With a scarf in my hands I enter this spring,

pretending I am all alone on Earth.

The whole scene is “je me suis couché’’,

In crisp sand layers and thick waves of wind,

Hopes float, instead of clouds,

In the azure blue eyes of someone

Undiscovered by me.

The scarf is thin enough

For other people’s dreams to push through mine.

Reality is fired.

I want to risk and to believe in more –

Under the light of spring, it’s easy to imagine

You,

Stepping out of the car,

To make a grand entrance onto my sea territory,

Amidst the vibrant radiance of this noon

That touches new blooms with Pissarro’s oils.

I wonder how many poems it would take me to read to you

Before the sea would stop

To let you kiss me

or me kiss you?

Did I forget already?

The world has changed.