Lusty

I wanna drink
some of your steps
when you are leaving

I am the free agent of distraction
but I could wash
the dirty clouds of the city for you

if I could

We already passed through the strawberry season,
we are running out of red,
trying to find out the interface
between Fall and sea shells

into those darken lights of our heads,
the transparent shine of our souls

each night we join a new carnival
pure in motion
lusty for a new fairytale