unintentionally bare - (ou ouvir ani di franco faz mal à cabeça - ou crazy shit with too many rhymes ou...)

You knew I was sentimental
when we stared at one another
quietly.

for all we’d forgotten I let you study me...

in goodbyes and hellos…
(and i probably smiled in peace


or at least
our comfort drenched my thoughts away…)

You had opinions. but no shade of regret.
I’d have my visions, though neither of us would speak
or forget
that day.

(for i didn’t run too fast ,
you didn’t loath me and
the past…
well…it didn’t take up all our space…)


Even cannon-shot-doves =P couldn’t make us face
the sight through our windows,
of you and I

out there and beautiful
(in more than one way).


Until we both turned back our stare…
And say,

do you remember my arms

so unintentionally bare

?
(to be continued...)