You were just some spins away.
I saw pieces of you, never
Then, we sat and talked, about life and
the way the world is and the
way it should be.
You touched me. I don't
remember if it was a handshake only or
a hug or maybe we kissed.
I guess I touched you
too. We might have stripped. It is not
And I was not drunk.
And I cannot wash it away.
Afterwards, you disappeared. You turned
into letters, broken sentences,
shattered images. I shall
never see you again.
But you are in me. And I cannot forget
The way they reflected the world around
them and there was more.
In your smile, there was electricity.
In your hands, there was
In your didactism I saw
or felt (sometimes I get blind)
the universe speaking to me.
You only lasted a few instants,
but those made me see
what life is all about.
PS - I keep wondering, heir of the Celtics,
what kind of sorcery I should do
just to have another
even a tiny one,
to see the universe in your your eyes
to commune again.