MIXING TASTE
nature seemed to stop
the sun can not afford
blazing hot
for the sake of giving way to the rain
to speak our poetry
wet and clean
without needing to ground
take off without a lid
Green leaves blessed
our discussion
without the need to go down
any power of attorney
we speak as if
face to face
in front of us
two cups
coffee without sugar
I chose arabica
while you're comfortable
inhale robusta
coffee we drink
flowing slowly
down the sidelines of the throat
we just stir the taste
The whole anatomical structure
feels warm
unregulated
in rotation
we breathe
when i drink
you speak
vice versa
our talk flows sober
but full of flavor
without being forced
The reality
I'm here you're far away
but in virtual
we are on the terrace
see the rain drops
which is still left
I'll be there soon
splinters of seven colors
will color
our two poems
just the two of us
