Him....

She doesn't know
how her femininity lead her to him
him,
the one who with a look
takes her mind off her
and puts his lips on instead
in one tear that is unshed
how much faith did she need,
to resist his look
to be a line in his book
and how much silence did he need
not to be exposed with his exploding fires
like those electrified wires
of hope
him,
the one who knows how to touch a woman
exactly as he knows how to touch the words
with the same hidden burns
holding her from behind
pressing her forward and rewind
just like the way he touches a runaway sentence
with this false laziness
and this neat nastiness
of power
him,
the one whose lips cross her
intentionally slow
with a well defined distance
measured with his existence
that is preserved for excitement
passing by her lips,
without sinking there in a kiss
slipping towards her neck
without touching there in a mess
then they tenderly ascend up
as if he was kissing her with his breathe
just his breathe
a bit slower
him,
the man who sketches her destiny with his lips
write her as his own book
erase her just with one look
how can she forget ?
all that never happened between him and her?
all that is somehow so clear even in a blur
him,
the man of time,comes late
in a retarded hour of the memory
striking her between a let go and the other
setting her nights on fire
then leave
still she would believe
as she rides her insanity to him
she knows,desire has an internal grim
that has no reason
and she screams,
as these savage horses of longing taking her to him
him,
the man of the forgotten time
his love is an enlightening state
that comes in the darkness of senses
to light up its secretive alleys
waking up her unfolded desires
setting it all on burning flames
then leave
"how can i not believe?"
him,
the one she sees,as she settles
in the seat,that is facing his absence
there, where he once sat
opposite to her astonished confession
as she was reloading her first impression
of him
him,
if only he would come
the man of longing time
she is afraid that her joy would tell
after that silence in his absence
that only the black ink would spell
over the virgin sheets
of distance
how much lies does she need
to go on with life as if he didn't come
how much honesty does she need
to convince him,that she really waited only
for him..to come.



if only,
as usual he will pass by her love
and she will not ask him which road he took with the memories
and who lead him to a woman,
who as much as she waited for him
is just not expecting anymore.