When I am with you
I wanna lose my center
he would say to you gently
without words
he would translate you into his own language
of groove, longing, shouting, fluid desires
for the sake of finding his own tracks
his eager mutable depths
he is looking for harbours
for his solitude turned into offerings
for devotion
for the secret wisdom that fills the cracks of night
he doesn't deny the intensity
of the sweet conversations between the hearing
and the touch
he hides his violence in sealed wells,
in clear visions, in the decimals of knowledge
he was a lonely boy
full of wonder
Dec 1, 2022
Dec 1, 2022 at 2:08 PM UTC
When I am with you
I wanna lose my center
he would say to you gently
without words
he would translate you into his own language
of groove, longing, shouting, fluid desires
for the sake of finding his own tracks
his eager mutable depths
he is looking for harbours
for his solitude turned into offerings
for devotion
for the secret wisdom that fills the cracks of night
he doesn't deny the intensity
of the sweet conversations between the hearing
and the touch
he hides his violence in sealed wells,
in clear visions, in the decimals of knowledge
he was a lonely boy
full of wonder
