skydiver

I swim like a fly on the water surface, observe the detergent drip over my head
I burn like a moth in the candlelight of your eyes, exacterating the gas between your lips
i crawl like a beetle in a sea of rice, watching your steps like the floating of time
I dribble like gasoline between your piston propose a flipflop expect your light

but maybe I got lost in the forrest of mirrors
that you have build out of your projections of me
but maybe I’m falling right down to the answer
now that you have been giving this ancient name to me

the sun is my heart
the rain is my sight
the fog is my wish
the earth is my hugging
the moon is my soul

but maybe I got lost in the waves of tears
that you have cried out in missing the shape of me
but maybe I’m falling right down to the question
now that you are thinking this ancient name for me