A trying process,
a talk to strangers,
a small catch of stars,
hide & seek nights,
a tongue licking dirt,
the hardest sunset to contemplate,
and the terminal of they,
at the eyes of the thinker looks
like a kiss to a kiss
like an embrace of an embrace.
From far away,
slowly coming too closely,
the paint of life
in a step of details
is interpreted through a kiss of an enemy,
through an embrace of a cold-blooded he.
