Words..

He whispers to me ..

… While he is dancing with me

Words that are not like (any other) words

He takes me from under my arm..

.. and (then) he plants me in a cloud

The black rain in my eyes,

Falling (like) showers over showers..

Then he carries me with him

To an evening of rose balconies

I am like a little child in his hand

Like a feather lifted by a light breeze

He gifts me a sun…

He gifts me a summer..

And a flock of swallows

He tells me I am his masterpiece

And that I am worth thousands of stars

And that I am a treasure..

That I am the most beautiful painting he has ever seen

Words…

He says things that confuse me

That makes me forget the dance and the steps

Words that alter all of my history

That make me…A woman

In a few moments

He builds me a manor of lies

In which I do not live .. but a few moments

Then I go back to my table…

With nothing (at all)

But......Words