A presence I could easily detest
Walks me home in a late night, leaving his bed cold.
An inner state I then didn’t know…or recognize in his eyes… for months.
Counting my lonely steps on the ground of summer,
There were young couples kissing on the road.
Accommodated by sided benches
Hiding their hands under love-sweat t-shirts
Driven by the seductive force of full moonlight.
I took the path through the grove
My way guided by fireflies, right hand lifting away small branches –
Wild roses growing around them, creating the scenery of a secretive event.
Whispers behind me I simply ignored… I couldn’t believe.
A game of cards – to start with it all.
His figure was a dark shadow leaning against the tree,
I could see his hand on his chin, placed thoughtfully,
In the mist of darkness – under moon’s intimate light
Perfectly waiting – of a distinctive heartbeat.