First Lesson
Or Michelangelo`s fall in the knees
Oh ...
Your shoulder
Like a sweet smell ...
Starting between
things
like a shadow
In another kind
of floating ...
I say:
One and a Two
Different from
one ...
To your bones
what so embrace
the meat inside ...
Your alabaster
Skins
which gently caressing
Touch the rain ...
I say:
A bird is
Before Heaven,
from air ...
To all colors
Of the world
Foreign carved
In the window
Of your eyes ...
And especially
The last word
In our silence ...
I say:
This is a completely
and totally
a different story ...
Another before us
like another desert
From other kind of
sand ...
Loneliness is sound
comfort us from voices
and air ...
