Feedback

Woman This is a feedback It is about The little time Our hands were Drunk and electrified It is about The little endless time When we opened A little window Wide enough To catch the sky And weight it Like weighting A healthy new Born It is not important That both Should drink from the same fountain At the same time At the edge of the universe Neither it is important To worry About the heavy carriage Both we have Or how much Weak is our strength Or how much Strong is our Weakness Or how much We are proud of our Pride This is simply a Feedback Like a fraction Of light beam Reflected by one crystal Standing inside Me The rest of it Is possibly still echoing Within my veins To preserve A sharp memory Of your divine lips You do not have To be ready To take it With more or less temporal It is you, infect And not about you I am just a mirror Much more like the used for Make up It is enough for me To be in harmony With the crystals I still have Inside me This feed back Is simply A poem A young and invincible one A new kind of concrete Of words, Jelly of roses Alien geometry And immortal synergy.