what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
but
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms
indistinguishable

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists

I never felt you are my love
I don't think you will have
to make a promise to me.
If you can see it
I'm already a honeybee
of another garden, I sang for it
I always will and I have.

You know I have a heaven
Why do you call me often
to the hell of Satan!
I'm happy here in my way,
It's not right, not the right way.

I don't want to be drunk
and wouldn't do anything wrong,
Maybe it's a sin to enjoy life.
So, get away, please go, get away!

I'm so sorry, I can feel you
but I have never felt love to you.
Sorry, you are so late
'Cause I'm already committed
to fly another world.
I'm sorry, you're so late my friend!