I’m from New York she said.I guarantee that when you are from New York, the world is at your feet , as you know I live on Madisson 5 and sorry to ask you,  i never heard about you, are you a lawyer? I might have a case.It all happened on 5 th avenue , it was last month..Do you want a coffee?

Tenderness is like a skin touching feather.
It gives you shivers.
We lost a lot along the way.
Realizing how much you love me.
Time is the only culprit.
Never slowing down ,
me slipping away.

Tenderness is like a skin touching feather.
It gives you shivers.
We lost a lot along the way.
Realizing how much you love me.
Time is the only culprit.
Never slowing down ,
me slipping away.

You found me.
Just scroll my hair , my lashes, my
magenta kisses and porcelain kaftans.
I knit your desires all in a post.
Find me in Naples.
Yesterday Paris.
So well crafted,
you know it’s me.

Glittering hands search my skin,
featherlight in colors of desire.

Between summer sheets,
with mimosa and cicadas.
Shyly trembling
In the morning glow.

Bundle my light.
I shine from dust
of ancient explosions
full of Helios.

The glass magnifies
my temperament
with wine
of lions.

My light
fortifies my
position.

I reflect
upon your fragile
skin.

The sun bound drops parcel your skin, the salty sand caresses your innocence. Summer is short, less long than the sea, which reflects you without you knowing it.
Salt does not evaporate, what it leaves behind is the smell of waves that flattens the sand.

Sunbeams connect your shadow, love at first sight, autumn my greatest enemy with lips full of memories.