song

 you play with my fingers

and they start to tell

the melody

that only you can hear

my breathe is a tambourine

and for once

it is

the right rhythm

I can't sing 

so instead 

I smile at you

you whisper

the words

into my ear

and I smile

yet again

when the chorus

starts

dancing in the sun

 I'm watching
sun stains on the ceiling
through my fingers:
they tremble and vibrate
they dance 
and change their shapes

when I finally get up
I tremble and vibrate
too
maybe from far away
you could mistake it
for a dance

my contours
can no longer hold
my own shape
they break
and fall to the ground
as in a slow motion
as if they were feathers

sun sets
and the shadow
swallows my room
and covers
my sadness
and my shame

when I walk to the door
I sway
and move 
to the music
I can't hear
I look at my feet
and I can almost
convince myself
that I'm dancing

blue

his favourite colour

is blue

like the sea

like water

my eyes

look like water

in the past years

they got diluted

even more

they are still

like water

but not exactly

still blue

he says

he likes my eyes

his favourite colour

must be water