Giving a chance
teasing my luck
sculpting, feeling
provoking the paradox
of my dreams.
I think i am going to put
you in trouble for that
cup of coffee.
My memories are like
offerings to an altar
of old scars.
Forgive me
excuse me
for that long talk but
i think the trembling in
my heart has stopped.
The tone in your voice
was sad, our minds
were gone in feelings
we could not name.