Pine needles poked my horizon
Told me I’m not alone
Your eyelashes did the same  
Last night!

My heart is a bunch of grapes
Your hands are two vine leaves
On my chest.
Your feet are two doves
On my tiled dream

The six o’clock train
Knows I clouded my juice
Kissing your face
That I see when I drink your voice

I climb your name
And pick some stars
To prepare my light lunch

When you are gone
I hang a sign on the door of my soul
“I’ll be right back”