The vainness of all i ever felt
Hided in your eyes
looking


Low


Rather at some detail of a metallic table
holding
Two cups of coffee
Two glasses of water
An ashtray
And my heart under its four legs
To stand still

I sat beside you on a sofa
on an inclined plane
I sat on its lowest side
on purpose
waiting for you to roll over
but you held up well on the upper side
and that made me look at the sky
and wish the earth was vertical