I may be a confessional poet, but I’m also
A real ingénue when it comes to you —
Let me write more about how you make my heart flutter,
And about how much I love your sad eyes
When we meet between the doubts and the hours
Of continuing this relationship with no end
Across the streets, standing by the light, I realized
That maybe I did, in fact, love you.
You’re the man of my dreams, but
You’re too far, aren’t you?
I want to kiss you. I feel no shame.
I feel no shame.
I just want to kiss your two lips
— And even tough you might never belong to me…
I want to kiss you
Under the street lights of an unknown country