Hesitation

I may not look you in the eye
with ease,
but I drink on every detail.

And I ascend to Heaven
for what I see,
smelling of moss.

That is maybe why
words such as these
would look and sound pale,

like untruths, even,
that would make me flee
if not from your lips - utter loss.

So if ever daring am I,
would you please
go on on with your tale...

And freshen
the fever in me
with eyes and fingers from across?

6 de dezembro de 2018