Melting glass

I'm seein' u through this glass

like the most precious blue overture

your notes hand me down

into this inked carpet of flowers

wet carpet, wet flowers

Have I been crying again?

We talk

We dance, we smoke

U answer my bow

With non-conscious smile

Remember

with all I say

with all I don't

I'm sendin' u invitations

to hesitate too

I know the bottom is so dangerous

but there

there's an embrace 4 me

this is your ceiling

maybe one day

I could melt this glass

to claim what is mine

Overdosin' sorrow

blowin' away fears

this is what dreams are made of

it always be this way

so I'll be here

lookin' the precious cross u've brought

One day

I will melt this glass

Only 4 kiss the trace of the carrying

I'll be terribly happy if I could

this is my way of lovin' u

Behind this glass

I hear the halo of your words

I understand the excess

I understand this melancholy

reflected in your three-way mirror

Not now, we assent

But one day

I will melt this fuckin' glass (that I love)

I will explode it

and kiss the pieces (that I hate)

over my body, over my soul

to claim what is mine

the embrace of that child

my beautiful child.

Foto de Erwin Blumenfeld.