i have always
dreamed about
us meeting at
one same point
of tangency;
intersection
so close that
nothing can
pull us apart

.
endless
they wander
in a labyrinth full
of thoughts, unsaid and
unheard
directions
unknown
--- clueless
to  w h e r e
their words
are heading,
who to reach
out by the use
of metaphors
that seem too
lost for e a s y
comprehension

i
kept
on
choosing
the
wrong
turns

but
who
knows
?

maybe
this
time
this
is
the
right
one

i fancy
candle lit dinners
dresses that glitters
perfumes with flower odors

branded stilettos
unexpected rendezvous
but what fancy more
is you— only you