museika

It is call fire!

The rumor in the street,
Your silence and your absence
Say that I don't exist.
We are not sharing,
We are not talking
We have extinguished from each other.

Do you remember me?
Do you know what color my eyes are?
Does it ring a bell?
This crazy hair, or my pink cheeks?
..What about my lips?
That burst blood
Just with your touch.

Fire for me is love.

You gave me high red fever
I was burning for you,
I was fire devouring you!
I was loving you.
What happened?
Am I to hot for you?

Looks like I burnt you.
I suffocated you under the sheets.
with my sarcastic romantic heat.

I gave you blisters
with my boiling impulsive laws
and intense sense for affection.

The bonfire I made
For my paradoxical philosophy
for the future that we left
is too high for your self.

You'd better learn how to deal
with my anarchistic rules for freedom
and my socialist mentality flames
that want out of this planet
and in- in the sun
where we can make love all years-of-light long.

The rumor in the streets,
My silence and my absence say:
I don't know your face
I don't have what to trace!

But I still feel that fire,
It left third degree burns in my skin,
And I don't hide it.
I don't know who you are now,
But I know who you were then.

You were the water and the air,
I was the fire and the earth.
And we made love,
The fifth element in this world.

And that recollection of elements,
Will live in my memory,
Till you reincarnate in somebody
that likes to play with fire.
and then, come and look for me;
I will be waiting here with a box full of matches.