Blues Vanilla

He said:
You can hear the music
While listening to the lyrics
I said
It sounded like a poem

Colorful Autumnal vibrations
On a wet and cold pavement

Hearts
Bursting out
Into an unnameable bliss

Almost fainting
At the cup of his mouth

Standing
Inside the city walls
Wrapped by the glorious past
Tasting
The melodious flavour
Of the sacred present

Infinity
Into a gingerbread kiss
From his lips to mine

Words
Fragile
On tiptoe

Waiting
In silence
Careful
In an unbearable
Necessary 
Reflection

Desire
Burning inside
Bursting out
Into despair
Under the deeply conscious 
Ephemeral 
Strong caress
Of his hands

The rustle
Of a material
The sound
Of glasses colliding
Sliding on the table
A hand, waving
A smile
The delicate and powerful 
Movement
Of Life
All around
Whispers
Talkings
Laughings
Hot chocolates
Hot coffees
And other smokers

The lightness
Of our transfigured bodies and souls

I am 'me' more than I've ever been 
And yet not only me now 
I am 'me' transformed by his beauty
I
Become you
You
Become me
Born again to the world

Landscapes
Flowers and stones
Clouds, rain
And wind on my face
Like a painting
Rebuilt 
Through our joint vision
Not a place
With the same colours again
Each one
Inhabited now
By your presence
Enhanced by the print
Of your breath

The familiar
Becoming
Even more 
Familiar

The clearsightedness
Of our mysterious destiny

The heart
Exploding at each second
In the spicy burn
Of a magnificent
Cloud of smoke