i really wanted you
Why are you on the roof
of my dreams, still,
when already
my night gone, humming —
“I really wanted you...”,
suggesting to you a little
trait about “just yesterday”
while your dawn
has arrived relaxed to me
in a superhuman suit,
sniffing everything
of what I spread on you…‽
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Why are you on the roof
of my whispers
when my smile lives
among melodies that hunt
the lips of your words
through the stars' cheeks
fated to stir the future
just to bud the spark of lust
at the exact time
when the poetry melts
in the kiss of metaphors and
the gaze of tenderness…‽
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The Why, —
it's the name of longing;
(a prudent longing)
that asks while it waits
in the chamber of alchemy,
matrix after matrix
of the beauty out of beauty
in the universe of the verb
(to love),
while a cup of coffee
decorates guests with (why)
in a welcoming cadence