Soufflé

August on the seashore.

Wind in the cabin.

After the summer.

Wet bones.

There wasn’t enough below the skin.

You wrote.

Poisonous sounds.

I wonder

how many

you

tried to persuade.

To slurp

identities

authentic

to design yours

that are not.

Interrogatory nights

disturbing.

Where

do you aspire to reach?

I wonder to myself.

I confess.

I give it

the obscurest

that I’ve accepted

to survive.

Ambition.

Madrid.

Solitude. Openings.

It was still warm.

Vegan meals.

Chocolate souffle.

Berries.

The instant

that demolished

all previous.

I arrived after

those three days.

Where

a handsome lunatic

got me.

And I slept

tied in his heart

staring

into his azure eyes.

They were

nearly translucent.

Eternal love

can last three days.

A couple of beers

before dinner.

You

already confused

curiosity

with the desire

to play.

Your

fucking trick.

Brave.

We are

not gifts

to fill your creativity

that empties.

Sushi for dinner.

A cocktail in a hotel.

I don’t mind

who’s the apartment.

Don’t

pretend

to position yourself

above me.

Authority.

Don’t

wanna pour

your daydreams

in other souls.

So can’t conquer

I’m showing you

that you’re outside

of your own play.

_.

Bravery holds me.

You ware afraid.