and I've lost my mind and my feelings.
It was the first time I saw your skin
but not your first time showing it.
Neither the last time.
Neither the last boy.
My hands were cold as hell,
my sweat hot, like a whiskey glass
after a few hours of conversation
and poems, cigarettes and some wind.
Don't look me like that,
because your iris cross me.
I will die just here.
with you, but alone.
If I vomit the courage I have,
if I tell you how I feel
when no one is looking
and you kiss me like that.
Maybe I should
Maybe I need to
But I'm sure I won't
tell anyone
what I feel
Because what I feel
Is not so important
Is not your business
Because what I feel
Is just for me
Is just for me
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| Aleks Ginsberg "Amanecer" |