Love and Hate

Love and Hate. Most of the times, perhaps something in between, internal. And until the end of the days, your eyes anchored on me. One sign in the middle of the night. One moment to look at the waves, wrapping themselves, before arriving onshore, faiting. One light to leave the desert behind. One taste in your mouth. No limits for the time we have together. So big the trust never said. And one touch in your warm skin. The joy of the wooden cross across boarders. Our blood alive, singing. And then, silence. One thought from me to you. Mind to mind, blind. Most of the times, perhaps only love. One word in my wrist, eternal.