My scales with
Feelings and thoughts
On weighing pans
Work unpredictably
For a week it tipped
In favour of the thoughts
Pragmatical
Logical
Irritating
Today all thoughts
Were erased
By my feelings to you
After you left me by the bus stop
I was walking under the blue sky
Absorbing February sunlight
With my face
And couldn’t find even one thought
In my head
Only feeling of pleasure
Memory of your touch
Your kiss
Your grip
23 February 2021
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