by. Facundo Ezequiel
The sounds you make are golden
like bells ringing in my mind
a brass dawn spreads
its warm wings
open
sometimes I wonder
if you remember
the same things
I do
if you misplaced my keys
took my pen
or if you left your hair
on my soap
sometimes I forget
the pain of birthing
your mindbabies
the hurt of accepting
we are more than
souls
my arms are too short
for a loving embrace
your lips never too close
to keep me at bay
I should accept
the twist in my heart
the five thousand miles
the difference
between a dreamer
and a lover
