learn to let go
if you could make a little time for me,
you could start every single day
with only the thousandth of a second
filled with your silence inside me,
you to jingle on, with that something
which educates you to learn to let go
to any ignorance, enough to be able
to reset your watch, just to run on
with the hundredth of a second, until
your mind mechanism will meet me
exactly at a nonspecific sharp hour,
(not earlier, not later), but to hold on
to the divine harmony in the alchemy
of our blood with orgasmic taste, when
you breathe me to breathe you, in dream