17 Memory
Damián Antón-Ojeda
You’re coloring my eyes
You know I tried to reach you
You see it in the burning august dancing in them
I can’t deny
When floating like a dream with you
In some kind of space I can’t see you that there is your voice
Visible
So tangible and seamless
It feels like C# burning chasing singing 17
Memory
You heard me trying to reach you
To make you feel it pulsing changes on your perfect skin
Perfect touch
As perfect fire burning
Now I'm burning to return to find you, watching eyes with mine
17 colors
You never left our home
This place is our own