when we fuck and
dance and seize the foggy day
by a late isolated thundered night, though

your elbow against my shallow umbrella
warm rain is yours as we reach the forest
and the ashes from the clouds
sadly interfere with our voices that want
to be unheard

yet we could pour your intuition under
my tongue,
but your logic is screwed
and you choose to act responsibly the only moment
my heart doesn't

this lack of interaction increases
as we get to live side by side,
not knowing each other at all
yet this attraction remains for there is nothing else to think about

do i have to show you disdain
if i want you to run after me
in a cute way
old maiden drama

please call me back when you're ready to listen
daydreaming no more,

nevermore;

i pat a raven as i walk away.