Fill me my ears with wonders
because
I am open to tourists
& suggestions.
September can't contain
the ubiquity of my being
even when I am slow and weird.
I confess
I am scared now:
you've just found me in myself
& I can't deny
I'd like to live in you
but I am not used to unbuttoning
my pauses.
Please,press the record and lay your voice
over mine.
Silence me
with your poetic mind and kindness.
I am here:
you can visit my scars and touch my wounded verbs
but keep my red mask on.
There is no other way to live longer
in your murmured land.
Let September die slowly in my eyes.
This is our secret.
