breathing

Psst… Do you hear me?

Then come with that magic

as I’m coming up with a song

to not hash out the spell.

Bring with you an easel.

Love is in an arch of colors…

Let me be tinted in pigments

of its symphony.

Paint my heart in the sounds

of its beating. Make it visible.

The poppy’s crimson use it

on lips while on the eyelashes

let it be the summer twilight.

Put the appealing color

from the magician’s aura

which you are, on my breasts.

Spread it to my other symbols…

Psst… Are you still coloring

this whirlwind of feelings?

You should add even more

another deep color… Use it.

Use a little bit of the blue light

from the glitter of your eyes

to be able to recognize me

in these infinite touches of the sky

which’s breathing in my love

through the music’s silhouette.