My head is a far cry from reality
A place where hearts can wear out
Freely, openly, realistically
Where today is ours to keep
As every other tomorrow will be
Among our pocket-sized visions
Are remnants of my ambitious ones
Within which I conceal my fervor
Within which you found shelter in
The black holes of our thoughts
Hid musings your eyes gleamed about
Coexisting with superficial exchanges
Fueled the thoughts we refused out loud
Sprouted in avenues of beginnings
Are our trapped cathartic encounters
Against the deafening sound of vehicles
Only your voice could drown out
Orange hues intrude and penetrate
And with it mosquitoes silently hum
As a passerby fools me as much as the last
And as yesterday gives way to tomorrow
A final whiff of air consoles me
Still, busy streets refused to sleep
And so does the void within me
If your heart wears out again
And if once more, by any chance
Our skins slither into each other
Let me pump life back into you
Even if it takes longer
Even if I become no more. F
