when we
kiss
your eyes
get lazy
like cats
or the sliver
of moon
when we
kiss
your lips
get moist
like sponges
or succulent
fruits or flowers
when at last we
kiss
you become
weak
like blossom
heavy
bouquets.
when we
kiss
your eyes
get lazy
like cats
or the sliver
of moon
when we
kiss
your lips
get moist
like sponges
or succulent
fruits or flowers
when at last we
kiss
you become
weak
like blossom
heavy
bouquets.
Poet
an
ancient woman
threading beads
on fine
linen threads.
Once upon a time, there was a very small boy that lived in a very big kingdom way at the top of the world. The very small boy was an only child, but he wasn’t lonely. He had a governor that spent every waking hour with the very small boy. As a matter of fact, the very small boy couldn’t remember a time when the governor wasn’t at his side. The very small boy even remembered the first smiling face he saw when he first opened his eyes; it was that of his governor.
One night after dinner, the governor entered the very small boy’s very large bedroom. The very small boy was standing next to the very tall window looking outside at the very large mounds of snow.
“What are you looking at?” the governor asked while walking into the room.
With a deep sigh, the very small boy said, “The same thing I look at every day.”
“Which is what, exactly?” the governor prompted.
And with another deep sigh, the very small boy said, while looking out the very tall window in the very big kingdom at the top of the world, “Exactly nothing.”
And with another deep sigh the very small boy began to imagine other places that were not covered by snow; warm places with sand dunes; tropical places with oceans.
Today
I sit
quietly
listening to
nothing
Today
I see
you
laughing at
something
Today
I feel
us
being
everything
I waited
an eternity
to finally
place
my hand
there
I waited
another
to move
to your
waiting lips
there