Sta.sh
We were like that, naked children--- unafraid of the morning cold. legs of molasses and sunshine.
"your body is beautiful...this (you mean/i mean, feeling every bit of skin and humanity from you/from me)...this feels wonderful"
we talk for hours, sometimes I felt like this young girl describing to you by hands and fingers how it feels to be beside the bus window, how it feels to see the scarecrows being serenaded by birds, how it feels to be needed to such extent that you feel like a commodity, how it feels to be so near the sunset and you have a sudden stream of thoughts involving people who has left you somewhere and you just began to walk and you learned that your ankles are the most defiant pair. Sometimes, I feel like this old woman wrinkled by years, tying both her toes with strings, dreaming of her younger curvy self, dancing to that song from Vinyl across the street.
We would look into each others' eyes for long silent moments. If there is a language that merely relied on eyeball movement, we did not know. We were just there, naked children unafraid of the morning cold--- linguists of dialects that only the lips and tongues can keep untold. You fell on the thin sheet of gravity and cloth, you never said a word but in my silence, I , whispered 'oh how beautiful you are', just there looking at me, like how a young boy walked a dusty road, the rain start to fall and he leaped his face, he listened to the sound of raindroplets from his forehead. But sometimes, you were like this old wise man that I run to when all the poetry I could weave made no sense and you will tame the ache when you begin to let my hands caress the invisible wrinkles of your face: old, smell of archives, unpublished, un-chronicled.
We touch for hours. Hands unaware of anatomy, immensely lost in the beauty of form, breathing in the scent of the day that was and the day that is about to begin--- and we both felt
that if there is a kind of architecture that cannot be defined, it would have to be our bodies. Yours and mine, azoteas.
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Artistic 
hello, beautiful and thank you <3
