Remorseless twirls
are interrupted destinies,
burned alive
the placid absences
hidden behind
clapsed hands
that catch and get lost
in suspenseful phrases
among faint snowflakes.
Rich acrid dawns
eager to dew
gently placed on a remembrance
of bluebells,
our spring cutted
arid and cold mornings
behind windows
constellated in hope drops,
below freezing while breathing
already flies away.
Steps back
over the buried abyss
guarded by the prohibited
lighthouse,
I heard nothing more
than to hold you
onto a slow long kiss
distillate of abundance
with ethereal tones,
only a lost galaxy
divides and connects us,
obsequious dilemmas
and sailors of submerged clear skies.
Already elsewhere.
