Mas mais do que isso, quero que lutemos com nossas linguagens e rimos de coisas bobas. Riso e amor têm suas próprias línguas, Ti.

But

more

than

that

I

want

us

to

struggle

with

language

laughter

and

love

have

their

own

 

Warm

blankets

cold

mornings

winks

across

tables

lovers

laughter

hot

showers

ocean

breezes

your

touch

comfort

Three

magnets

two

attracting

one

opposed

two

drawn

together

polarity

one

opposite

you

him

stuck

me

alone

Dance

arms and

legs

outstretched

rubberbands

smiles

broad

eyes

sleepy

turning

to

me

lips

pursed

early

a.m.

before

coffee

toothpaste

kisses

between

yawns

stetching

as he

does

when

dancing

We met

words flew

by like

aeroplanes

silence drifted

through like

breezes

in an opened

window

touches happened

cautiously like

choosing

chocolates

now gone

I think

of you

whenever

I’m not thinking

of anything

else