Emiliano Mancilla

I´m feeling good… and I think you’re feeling good too by the way you look. But everything is so untrue, so subjective, I don’t want to create more illusions. 

There you are, smiling at me, looking at my eyes, then my lips, a little kiss just to calm my instincts, you touch my face, we look at each other and everything is just silence. Silence is what I needed, just a moment to feel like floating, no weights to lift, not thoughts to care. Three thousand things are happening at the moment, but my brain can’t take so much, I might be just able to focus on how beautiful you look when your eyes shine in my direction, that glance of illusion that I won´t fulfill. 

You ask me to hold your hands because they are cold, I kiss them and put them between mine while I lay my head on your shoulder, I bite it like a wild cat playing, I may be kitty but right now I just feel like a lion. And your warmth combines with my warmth, and your breath combines with my breath. The place is blurred, your skin isn’t. 

Soon you’ll have to go, after all I’m just a stranger. 

Soon you’ll have to go, and my night won’t be so tender.