Heart beats, like a thunderstorm.
I wake with the perspiration...

We're the speckles in concrete, some necks
more immune against the two-faced sun...

We are just friends,
but I stole your t-shirt again...

Your heart lies in my hands,
just waiting to be held...

We were jetlagged by dreams,
trying to solve our time difference...

You push and pull me
the way the moon sends ocean waves...

Food stalls align the street, the smell
wafting around old ladies collecting tin cans...

I am the like you dislike,
the red stripe at the corner of your eye...

"I miss the way you replace
the raspberry of my lipstick...

Drive on - kill me.
I'm done standing beneath a parasol...

There's something about waking up to your words,
or waking you up with mine, hearing the softness...

You were lonely, staring at the walls
or the telephone screen, drinking...