are you looking for someone to love

Any of my written pages cover you

with my blanket of stars

set in music's transparent vocabulary,

noble adapted to show me the way

of loving you for both of us,

and to get lost in the poetic experience

of freedom and the pleasure dialect

fermented in the mystery

of what we want to hear, so delish

translated by our lips that love to insult

any part of our bodies with fiercely and

gently kisses, till we get lost

in sweet translation raised and sunken

in vulnerable feels of our dreamt clichés.

But if you don't know

why are you looking for someone to love,

then any page of mine is blank,

exactly like your endless cloud, cambered

by your doubts and indifference,

so able to defame any soul, by provoking it

to scour and pick up the pieces.