Come here,
get closer.

Now touch me,
now feel me.

Am I too tight?
Am I too strong?
Am I too wet?
Am I too dry?
Am I too cold?
Am I too hot?



Tell me, love, am I too much?




//A

And if we're ever lucky enough

we'll meet each other again.

We'll look into each other's eyes

maybe only for a split second, as we pass by.

Maybe you'll be on your phone,

and I'll have a coffee on my right hand.

And we will cross each other indifferently

but our eyes will know.

'*** the eyes

my sweet, gentle, boy,

they never lie.





//A