pulled your hands and take away my hair
and whispered
it was whisper
the wandering through thousand clouds

thought of you so much
that time has stopped
of ticking clock
and the space has shrunk so much

when knelt in front of holding my breath
I touched the air
felt like you vibrate
lips in a smile
like neon light on street , who goes out for a while

and how to fill up body touching with the tips of the fingers
with sensitivity
I moon knelt in front of our closed eyes
and our pupils widened
off feelings





Fot. A. Bober