life swarms with innocent eyes
its one true charm is strangeness,
the eyes that aren’t mine
you can close your eyes and hear nothing
but the influence in the conversations.
even the air can’t detach itself from it.
laughter becomes a necessary ingredient.
suffering is a forgotten memory.
we fall in each other’s arms.
our feet start their own beat.
our ears cultivate the music
with pleasure and vulnerability.
we stroll with our eyes wide open.
the stars hide in the night sky, afraid
of being outnumbered.
you and I, we extract the
eternal from the ephermal, as we
measure the streets with our footsteps.
your gaze is a desire, desired by many.
for only few the stars align so they can die
you have inspired, and conquered.
now take your pleasure.
I look around with my naive eyes.
I see a cemetery of life
under the moon unblessed.
you walk on the corpses,
beautiful and undismayed.
I feel, if even for a second, the infinity of delight.
all of it, the sum of a multitude of delights.