I don’t know if it crawls beneath your skin
like it does mine,
the way it dances  
sometimes
in a sway  
of monotonous  
whispering
ballads,
and it does ballet
like no other,
applaud for its adornment  
afterwards

I don’t know if it looks in the mirror
and smiles  
that smile
that just doesn’t let you destroy it,
beautiful  
                                  beautiful

       ­         thing
it  
                       is

I don’t know if you believe it
like I believe it
when it promises  
to stay just  
a little bit longer