I have you, between the letters in my fingers, between the clicks of the writings on the keyboard and the candid resemblance of yourself, caressing the very beginning of my inspirations…

 

And as the story progresses

Up scales to living, breathing fire

Words flow, adjectives in abundance

With plenty of adverbs unfolding actions

Until the limits of my imagination

Are surpassed…

Transient from written

To the less descriptive, more acting

Unchained set of emotions in motion

Rolling around this ignited pyre

Warming up the lair, daring, burning

Decrypting the fascination upon me

That I have always had about you

Every time I felt inspired by this story

That developed between my fingers

Between the clicks of the writings

On what used to be the keyboard

And now written on your skin…

 

©Carlos di Paulo Zozaya