Remarkable to what places the mind can take you
Long forgotten scraps of your past
A bathroom with tube where the diamonds hide
A woman in dance, flamenco, parting us looking each other in the eyes
A poet on his own journey of life, movie, not a happy one
And then here we are again
In the present tense
Floating in the space
At the same time kneeling in the orange desert dust
Hands in the air, hand fans, drapes in the air
My dance for you
We meet & then we part
In the blink of an eye
But I'm here for that moment
I'm here for it
Because in it we're infinite
Like your eyes, stars shining bright in the midnight sky
And the teardrop on the window pane trickles up
See you in the arts of Mars
YOU ARE READING
Random thoughts pretending to be poems
PoesiaPoems written in post-covid era, when my writing style had suddenly changed a lot, significantly affected and inspired by Lana Del Rey's Violet book and her post-NFR albums and by other circumstances still unknown to me.
