teus-meus

Porque todas as vezes que
teus olhos
nos meus
fazem sorrisos
eu fico a acreditar
que me entendes

Mas todas as vezes que
teus lábios
contra os meus
se abriram em palavras
eu tenho a certeza
que não me sentes

Porque todas as vezes que
tuas mãos
nas minhas
fazem correr o sangue em desejo
eu tenho a certeza
que me tens

Mas todas as vezes que
teu corpo
do meu
se esvai em medo
eu tenho a certeza
que me pedes

Para sentir de novo
o gosto do cheiro grudado na pele
o coração gritando aos ouvintes
os sussuros ouvidos
de tua mente
em revelação

Greater Walls

about you

When I first saw its size, it seemed to me unclimbable, unbearably high, undeniably strong. Even so, I stared it. Face to face, able to see only my shadow inversed projected, mistakenly gotten. My legs were heavy, heavier than ever before, but my footprints were solid. I stepped closer. Couldn't see anything but myself. Accidentally, I touched its bricks, and as so I was touched too. My cold fingers were heaten by its warmness, while drawing a feeling throughout its smoothness. It was like forever. The sun could not reach my spinning head. The wind was the only sound heard nearby. Better. The two amorphous bodies were linked in such a irreversible way that I was able to feel my soul at the back watching the red sandy blood coming down. There was no way back. Pushing myself against it, being covered by its dry powder, I went beyond my own expectations, and beyond its struggling denials. We could not help, nobody would too. To my surprise, I realised my staying on the other side. The merry-go-round mess disturbed my watered eyes, unabling them to distinguish the good from the bad inside. A chill ran through my spine. Could not move. Could not step back. Neither forward. Lips-to-lips to my faith, I brought myself down to the floor, trying to get some ground. Impossible. Too scared to understand what was going on inside those walls, I saw myself building my own protection. Fragile, torn apart, useless but mine.