Don't smile me or I will love you

You showed me your nude body,
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

Aleks Ginsberg "Amanecer"