I fight!
All clear: just for my little climax.
But clouds are faster than me.
Where are you now, my golden thread?
Am I colliding with the present?, when I fight like that?
Don't ask. Read it in its tremors:
he's already there! Where I belong with him!
But clouds are faster than me:
I— What is it?
Keyhole with a contemplation.
Deep longing, when it rains regularly and quietly.
Glimpse by a golden thread. Paradox stopwatch
and goosebumps.
But why can't I float higher?!
Why can i (just ) be touched!?
Don't give importance to this little fight. Haha.
Let go and catch up, what you fail,
as a couple: Alone—
His trembling in you. His aftershock———
……
Then pocket the collected fragments.
And calmly survey them. Later, when it's quiet
rains regularly.—-
His irritants, be.
Secret aftershocks.
(24.6.21)
