in a row,
frozen, seized muscles
and the smell
of toothpaste
of deodorant.
Smoking worth
three bucks.
Welcome,
you're there.
Closed eyes
against the afternoon sun.
Again -
Who the fuck IS Alice?
The evening is a story
on its own
with falling into ponds
and harem pants
and hours that
you don't remember.
But then
the stars come out
and you can't stop
gazing, wondering.
You haven't seen
so many
at once.
The moon's fucking beautiful
and when he looks at you
so are you.
But there is
just something
which stops you
over and over again.
Unresponsive
and nonreciprocal.
Separation.
Ten minutes
and one call later
he's back
and so are you.
His eyes
never move away
neither do his
fingers.
Your skin smells
of him.
You have half
a corsa sail
for him to
pin your hair
behind your ear
and ask you
very softly.
You have half
a corsa sail
to know
that you would give up
almost anything
for that moment
to last into eternity.
Right then in
his arms.
You have half
a corsa sail.
