Construction II

Sentimentalities, I keep them behind a thick mahogany door, but what it holds and keeps out of reach, it's more than feelings, it's my unconditional surrender.

Not once, nor twice, I've rejected spilling my heart onto a cup

The velvetic feeling of being immersed in that warmth, the care

Deep motions on my chest detach my sanity from my self

There is silence, there is nothing in between, but the fusion

the eternal stretch and melt of the core

dilutes and evolve my body

to make it crave for more