Any ending-year
whispered to me, —
you're like
the most lovely poetry,
as unreal as you are true,
clad in your mysterious air
of a manuscript.
And yet,
like my predecessors,
I've got to abdicate now.
It's a reason to keep me
in your thoughts, to remain
that mark of those seconds
in your hottest and
tendentious priorities.
•
to each one, I whispered, —
‧‧‧
I'm easier than a thought
in your mind and heavier than
a dream that you could dream.
So,
take me like a figment
dressed in verses and waltzes,
then, hold me tight in your arms,
purely and intensely,
for our love to rise over borders,
and to be irrevocable,
and to fulfill our story concretely
from one letter to another letter,
from one word to another word,
from one tune to another tune,
and to have butterflies,
and to feel like I'm flying
with myriad beautiful vibrations,
wandering throughout the world,
through thoughts and souls, and
…you'll collect kisses for dreams,
and give aim for life-paradise
with the passionate shiver
of the sprightly soul full of love...
…because
at this very moment, my heart
beats in mad rhythms. Rhythms
of desire, passion, and longing
through the eventide clockworks
thinking a bit, there's nothing
comparable to an embrace after
one long 🤫 [absence…‽],
nothing than fitting my face
into the curve of your shoulder
to fill my lungs with your scent,
as if by magic, I'd have a handful
of stardust to spread it all over.
Therefore,
close your eyes too, and trust
for a moment in miracles.
The first desire that will come
to your mind... will be fulfilled.
Happy Holidays.🎄Tchin-Tchin.🥂
