is the wind
treating you well?
playing with
your hair,
dancing in
your hands.
does it's icy
lips touch
your rosy cheeks?
do you prefer it
to my hellish kisses?
we are foreigners
that once
cradled each other
and now i sit
by the window
watching the breeze
disrupt fallen
leaves
and wonder
do they hold
you like a lover?
YOU ARE READING
unlit matches
Poesíacome and listen to the whispers of lions and the cries of fawns.
