My Boot Laces Are Too Long

"The sound of a kiss is not booming like a cannon,

but its echo lasts much longer."

Oliver Wendell Holmes

Carved Cave, xave (Alicante)

spin waves foam. My touch

sinks in your white wool jersey.

the mountainous horizon. Your

contour border of heaven.

My desire dipped in glitter.

reflection of your eyes.

Blue flashes. Aurora

Mediterranean.

A discordant drum between my ribs. Vibrating string

my veins.

Your hair, gold baroque

spirals, twists of a dream. Eco

infinity in the cave where almost

I love you.

I keep your memory in the murmur

of the shell.

Jpac