SKETCH

I sketched your face,in clear

With my pupils, with my hands

To keep you there

In the logical corner of longing;

between memories and smiles,

between the absurd and the strange

I kept you there.

And you, painted my silhouette

with your hands,

with your melancholic deep iris

you stole my rapt scent,

and sketched me again, in your dreams,

and, I don't know where

you caught me, when closing your eyes

in the dawn.

Two shapes

Two fates

Two shadows

Two stares

Then, Four steps.

Here, now, tomorrow? maybe ...

Have been so many times,

but it's never enough.

But then you smile

and all of it, just worth

The sunlight morning coloured your face

"It wasn't a dream ..."  You said.

Two faces

Two mouths

Four hands

Four steps

And then, all was worth it

for me.