***
should I even be searching for words
to manifest this misplaced desire
to be in your presence?
your intelligent hands
are not in a hurry, they
touch the world gently
so I mostly look at them moving
and the time turns into a butterfly
and the space welcomes me like a womb
***
when I meet your eyes
I wish to surrender completely
but you are not here to conquer
you are doing your job
I book 20 minutes of your life
there is a price to pay
I cover the bill, yet still feel
like a thief - the owner of this place
will never know what I carry away
***
we share no past
and anticipate no future
it is what it is
just because you left
enough room for me
to imagine you saw me
I had a long and happy
life that passed in one
moment, with you
***
so THAT-I said: good bye
and it joyfully died
like an amber-stuck lizard
like a flower that withered
bliss can never make sense
it's just bright and intense
and belongs to no body
in this play sweet and bloody
we are not our own
we are life: it goes on