I’ll be the one kissing you.
I’ll be the one holding you against the wall,
my hands on your shoulders or
caging your fingers
I’ll be the one coming for your lips
I’ll hold back the earthquake
in my whole mind and body, hold back
the shivers to come
and the burning thoughts
and the burning skin
I’ll catch these holy seconds
when I’m not collapsing yet and
and after that
I can’t say.
I may hold you tight
I may kiss you again
I may smile, from desire
I may love you
but most of all I may
whisper this earthquake in your ears
so you know for once
how it is to be me.
Or maybe I’ll be the one kissing you,
I’ll take your hand under the bridge
in these city shadows
I’ll mingle my fingers with yours and
to keep the earthquake inside
or maybe to unleash it in your hands.
I’m not sure how it works.
But maybe I won’t do anything.
Maybe the earthquake will be too strong
or the beast will be too scared
and I’ll stay here holding your hand like I don’t know what to do with it
when in fact I couldn’t know better.
But it’s just too hard.