"...he has a mind of his own"
said she, eyes looked away.
Took it quickly, with a smile.
A slight gaze of melancholy.
So much resemblance, when actions were mimicked
as sunlight got reflected from side mirrors
to the grapevines
heat trapped all in a ball, air so humid
voices and the bodies of one and another, connected and re-enacted,
soccer match cheers and barbecue parties
this sight before me,
I didn't run away
calm and soft,
amongst the worldly vibrations, perceptions, interceptions
I think of you
gently, surpassing all dimensions
I'll hook your arm and
walk you home
to see you fly
of which you belong to
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