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We were alone

By March 25, 2019June 16th, 2020No Comments

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We were alone
in all that blackness of the night,
dry lips triumphantly
were trying
to zigzag
something
that they call ‘love’,
it felt like we were on a boat ride
down the Ganges –
the quieting sensation that all
could last,
that we were everywhere,
beyond the cosmos.
You had the muscles of a butterfly,
I was a pedant – feeling you unhurriedly,
the most rare thing I’ve ever touched –
the grace and power
of something troubling and undisclosed.
I saw green vineyards,
a deep blue sea,
unguarded gardens of daisies…
I was a tribe of cannibals,
getting my teeth
into your satin
arms,
I could pronounce nothing,
you were proofreading
my loud vowels.
Yes, I dared to read Paul Éluard’s
“Je t’aime’,
I was it,
I am it.