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.