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Inside that embrace

We become gold

And our knees yield

To the weight of passion

And to the lightness of my dreams with you

Your sweet hands

Learnt how to caress

my Shining soul

That has always known and never hoped

And that today prays

That infinity exists.

They seem like flowers blooming on us

On our skin

Finding fertile soil for the season of love

Ivy among your curls

Jasmine perfumes my head

And this is enough

To make us immortal

Love.

In this kiss that seems like a whisper

There is patience and irony

passion and  listening

caresses and bites

There is truth without filters

And simplicity made gold.

In this kiss that seems like an anchor

There is everything

that would be

if we embraced the flow of the wind

that in the randomness of its breath

brings the pollen to the pistil

the drop of water to the bud

the stars as witnesses of an encounter.

But Love

that is not painted,

even if we will only be friends

And maybe we never will be,

and if you’ll never really look at me

Nor will you ever really talk to me

neither really listen to me

It’s time to grow up

and write love poems

And embrace love, even if

sometimes cries and is betrayed

or not understood.

Poetry seems heavy

but in reality poetry flies

And I do not fall

but I fly

And I know that to really love,

a thousand years are not enough

And it’s not enough a thousand times

looking into each other’s eyes

Because it is in just two seconds

that the magic happens

And just like before you die,

in two seconds

You can see a whole life.