The Pirate Woman

Black letters 
with warm frozen wings
The mist
Coming out of my mouth
Wrapped with a thousand
Expectations
Crystallized in a moment
Without any mooring
Or harbour

A clock without needles

Musical squeaking against the window
The burn in my heart
An echo to the sun
Warming your skin
So far away
I imagine
The soft murmur of the waves
Breaking on the shore
In the dark

Dreams lashed
By the black velvet
Halfway
Between the passive wait
And the indomitable revolt
Fighting
Against
What I am not

I shall soon be
The Pirate woman
On the effervescent river
In a voluntary exile

Freedom
Love

I write your name on my wall
I size you
Challenge you
I weigh you
I look for you
Cherish you
Desire you
Invent you
Giving you the colour
Of my dreams

I sometimes find you
In the certainty of a moment
In a heart ready to burst

A moment of infinity
where your kisses
Have the intoxicating taste
Of the rarest spices
Your skin against mine
A symphony of
Satin, fire and silver

The next moment
I'm losing you again
In the absurd, incomprehensible
Equation of Life
Where nothing else moves
Except the balance
That weighs, calculates and judges
Losing you in its rigid monotonous swaying
In the precarious satisfaction
Of the minimum
In the deadlines
The accountabilities
The stolen sleep
The hollow hours

You
Me
The mirror
Pivoting and scratched
In the center of inertia
Of my dreamt life
The race
The pure and intense
Alchemy
Always present
And yet so far away
So fast

Silences that flay
Sometimes
Spreading bursts of killing silence
Infinite distances
Having to face the relentless demand of life

Getting up
Running fast
Fighting hard
Gloves on the fists
The frantic race
Going ahead

My words with feverish colors
Flying to you
Full of desire and despair

I imagine that some of them will be lost on the way
Tired, maybe they will not go to the end of the road
Words
Flowing and flying
To blossom in your distant Autumn sun