You love me in intervals of the short beats
Hidden in the blue ribbons beneath the skin,
With a spiral breath you envelope my lost sorrows
In cascades of soft desires.
You dream of me.
Maybe.
You lean your cheek on the purple shadows
Of curved petals of saffron in the frost
Not knowing that
In every line of my heart I seek a part of you.
I stop in the mists of endless contours
Imagining the smell of your hair
And lips of raspberry
Crushed under the fingertips.
Wanting you is like walking on the wire
In another universe drowned in darkness,
Like touching a hot cup
Left on the edge of the table
And like melting the honey under the tongue.
And you,
You love me with a look, gesture,
With every lash that pops into your palm.
Sometimes.
Maybe.

What do you think of,
When you open your eyes in a blue box of the universe
And when you drown your dreams under the covers
Where you hide your cold hands and my desires?
Do you bite your lip to blood
Casting away your pain through the red fingerprints on the skin
Where I dream under a leaf of nettle
And I burn your fingertips
Every time you want to touch me?
On the farthest star of our meetings
You are leaning on my knees
Not knowing that my flesh trembles
Like you are ripping it of with your teeth
Piece by piece,
Sweeping my remains off your chin
And with a smile,
In the purple hues of agony,
You love me.
Do you think then
How pain tastes so sweet
While you melt it under your tongue like an almond,
Counting my every breath,
And do you remember it in the blue box of the universe
While you close your eyes,
With cold hands and flaming fingertips,
And loving me?

Like a cotton candy you're sticking on my lips,
I'm ripping you off with my teeth and melting you in my throat.
Soft, in the echoes of breaths
You are kissing my heart,
Sprinkling it  with cinnamon
And wrapping it in orange peel,
You're wearing my taste on your fingertips.
I'm finding you in every blink
When I forget what you look like in the fall
Standing under the thousands of paper cranes,
Hugging my loneliness
And forgetting yours.
Sometimes, you're gliding down my back
And dropping through the skin,
Burning, soft
In echoes of breaths,
In the salt void
Of a blink .

Today I touched you for the last time.
There are still traces of your skin on my face,
I build the remains of you under my head.
You wanted to die in some different time,
With your eyes open,
Covered with jasmine petals,
In the dim fairy tale without stars,
Without my touch and silence painted in the colors of the sky.
I forgot the melody of your breathing,
The length of your looks between flickers
And the outline of your body left in the snow.
With every breath I sense the taste of you -
Raspberry flavor with the addition of cherries
And sometimes, blackberry wine.
Because I feel intoxicated by your being,
You vaporize through my every pore.
In each one of them I keep you,
Like your fingerprints on my heart
And the softness of your body under my fingers.
Today I touched you for the last time.
If only I knew it was so.

I have tasted your heart,
I soaked my teeth in softness of shy beats
Of crystal walls that have permeated my entire interior
Touching parts of me that make me mortal.
You touched my face giving me a moment of intimacy
What I've been waiting for centuries,
For thousands of hungry bites
Of excruciating pain permeated with scents of your lips and skin.
The color of your eyes reflects in every area of ​​my thoughts
And floods my world with shades of withering lilies
And cyclamen covered with frost.
I stopped in that moment, dipping my hands
In all that constitutes your being,
Covered with red traces of your moves,
Stunned with the way you move in space
That is soaked with my loneliness, cold pain
And icy sounds of abandonment.
I do not want to be separated from these longings that you have awakened in me,
From the smell of your pores
And from the touch of your hair on my lips.
You're a reindeer whom I dream
Imprisoned by my desire that you really exist,
And that you fulfill my crying hopes
That once, I'll see how you wake up
And on which leg do lean
When you accidentally stop in passing.

I wanted to know the taste of your scent.
Not your name, the way you're biting your lower lip
Or when was the last time you brushed your shoulder of someone passing by.
I didn't want your eyes on me,
I merged with the environment in which I found you,
In the frozen air and in the move of your hands when you remove your hair from your cheeks.
I wanted to know the diameter of your pupils,
A reflection of your face in the water, intersected with lotus leaves.
You stopped between my steps and I remained transfixed,
Terrified by your proximity,
Your universe, thousands of light-years distant from mine,
Your dimension, painted in the colors of purple and rotting peaches.
Your breath, elusive unknown,
Rang out in a space in which I found myself trapped with you,
Bordered by my unspoken longing
And with the way the wind touched your eyelashes.
And you moved on, with my eyes
Imprinted in the depths of your body,
Leaving me and my desire to find out
What shade of blue do you dream
And how many wisps tangle around your fingers
When you pass them through your hair.

You're the curly thread that envelops my heart
And sometimes it tightens it so much
That beats become blue,
Dark purple as the sky before the storm
And like ripe blackberries hidden below
The leaves colored like veins.
Sometimes you let that the blood in the heart boils,
You immerse into it up to your neck,
You breathe the weight of my breath,
You rinse yourself with the remains my views
And with them I'm trying to find out
The sound of your thoughts,
The length of your touch
And do you look back wen you pass by
If you feel my presence.
Sometimes you break my heart in half ,
Spilling red marks
That burn skin and leave salty taste on the tongue.
You melt it in the heat of your palm,
You bite it like rotten apple
And dream with it under the headboard,
With your eyes open,
Not knowing how much you actually
Hurt me.