First Lesson

Or Michelangelo`s fall in the knees

Oh … 

Your shoulder 

Like a sweet smell … 

Starting between

things 

like a shadow 

In another kind 

of floating … 

I say: 

One and a Two 

Different from

one … 

To your bones 

what so embrace 

the meat inside … 

Your alabaster

Skins 

which gently caressing 

Touch the rain … 

I say: 

A bird is 

Before Heaven, 

from air … 

To all colors 

Of the world 

Foreign carved 

In the window 

Of your eyes … 

And especially 

The last word 

In our silence … 

I say: 

This is a completely 

and totally 

a different story … 

Another before us 

like another desert 

From other kind of 

sand … 

Loneliness is sound 

comfort us from voices

and air …