Personame’s home

giant  glasses .goblets,

you pour half a  bottle of  the wine you saved for special occasions,

it  had  so much dust on it , and the music swirled it softly,

deepening its dance in my hand,

that I knew  you  tell  the truth.

thick  curls. spirals,

I  poured  half a  bottle of  new smell into them, especially  for  you.

it will cause wars this hair, merging it into mythology,

splashing  your hands gently in its depth,

that I  knew you  tell  the truth.

round tunes. melodies,

we choose the same album, covering it with memories we carved especially for us,

they will take us to a new adventure. one so kind and fragile,

breezing a northern new wind in our hands,

that  I have to trust you.

Ive met a man today,and his friend and his lover

and you.

in a conversation about technical writing you glimpsed.  I remember when you asked me to learn it one day , to have a good profession ,just in case your poems wont come out anymore .I answered you with my shiny eyes that my words will never be technical, and you loved me a bit more.

I met a man today,and his friend , and his lover

and you

the man  mentioned playing go after I guessed it made sense as he has that way of thinking. you tried to teach me with no luck. I have no patience to this I answered every time you pulled out the old board game you used to travel with. you managed to teach me climbing, you had patience for me  just a bit more

I met a man today, and his friend, and his lover

and you

the friend was very warm all of a sudden, different than always , touching his lover with eyes that were brighter than ever , and she answered with no words in those little encounters of eyes and hands between people who still have lust. and I envied the moment . cause I wanted you just a bit more . and I cant.