Eye contact becomes virtually impossible
yet my breath speaks aloud from where I sit.
Easels of my sketches are filled with your alluring outline.
Congenial company is all I want,
on roads paved with sweets scents and deep sighs.
Nothing else will matter, so let your amity circuit light up my senses.
Tons of obstacles will end up amplifying my breath
as my eyes scuffle, itching to speak my desire
caught now behind your bars
to remain, until the floor releases your face,
until your eyes meet mine.