Inexplicable

Few words
to explain
this new sickness
that seeing your eyes
passes my life

On this particular night
of a soothing hologram
of inexplicable solemnity
you appear ethereal
Your gesture is a feminine glow
that makes me realize the longing
the storm is real
I want to taste your lips

Chill stroll
of winter dawn
I pile up sickness
Your beauty the weapon
my mind the wound.

Your gesture is a feminine glow
that makes me realize the longing
the storm is real
I want to taste your lips
On this particular night
of a soothing hologram
of inexplicable solemnity
you appear ethereal.