Oh …
Your shoulder
Like a sweet smell …
Starting between
things
like a shadow
In another kind
of floating …
I say:
One and a Two
Different from
one …
To your bones
what so embrace
the meat inside …
Your alabaster
Skins
which gently caressing
Touch the rain …
I say:
A bird is
Before Heaven,
from air …
To all colors
Of the world
Foreign carved
In the window
Of your eyes …
And especially
The last word
In our silence …
I say:
This is a completely
and totally
a different story …
Another before us
like another desert
From other kind of
sand …
Loneliness is sound
comfort us from voices
and air …