It was what we had after a premeditated run
into,
a strong attraction at first sight,
and it enough to us to inspire love,
and it was good.
Yes,
tasty as her chocolate lips,
which kissed me like flowers in spring,
embracing my chest like the clouds to a
full moon…
Nearby,
not
much sea,
or
enough rain,
not
even enough night,
were sufficient to our moments.
And there came promises that were
prolonged
with
the time,
and
the wind,
until today’s rain,
which started to follow me since the last
subway station…
So, like a gallant lover,
through the square I ambled,
turned a corner,
and the street got green all of sudden,
pushing the darkness of the night
somewhere else.
That wet night was telling me everything, no
words were needed,
not
even paper.
… And at last,
where a word appeared,
was just inside the interior of our own
desire,
where the sentiment high command didn’t
hold strong…
and like so,
was gone one more note,
not delivered under
the door,
but under our desires,
and now written:
“It was just what we had,where the future was more
important.”