when I don't look you in the eye

I look at you in the soul

I watch you as if I look at the sky

your sweet mouth stays the same

your waist widens

inflating tenderness

your legs and arms

they become soft and docile

I watch and stop in your feet

in your soft breasts

in your pale face

in your absent look

and in your hair in the wind.

I sigh taking your hand

filling my body with heat

I love to touch you, caress your finger flames

your hand that I carry to mine

to the top of the sky

to the stars and the moon

I hold it tight

like the same day

highlighting the fire on the ice

I love your hand because held me

when we meet.