Strings,
they float
swiftly,
in all honesty
some
landing in my eyes
while
gazing at your image
and
I crawl inside the orbits
enjoying
the open fire
of
little skips of heartbeat
like
riding in waves of tides
tieing
some ideas,
of
your theoretical and my difficult love
the
strings dissolved in my sweat
melting
away, yellow and effervescent
or
maybe, maybe
its
just a theory
gliding
on wrong assumptions
or
maybe you were just another story...