My disability to dress him in words
Searching for colors to design the silence
Seems easier to unclothe him
Trembling, looking
For what I seek my feelings swallow
Tenderness... cashmere dreams
What are they?
I want the claws of beauty
Why wont he notice...
My thoughts are naked
The way he walks
So elegant, I cannot follow
Those eyes wrote me a hundred years of history
Make him embrace my scepticism
The way he should
Treat me gently
He always do
Frustrating, longing... yearning
Tear me apart
The element of keeping
Then again...
It must be the way he walks
That makes me want to stay