Joserra

Staring at you. Your eyes large and wide, enough space to fill all my subsequent tears. Your eyes are uncracked dams. Your eyes are staring at the sky, hoping it would fall, that my gaze would crumble, and the trail would go cold. Our world ended before it began.

BUT despite your primitive and limited emotional state, I refused to sacrifice my complexity by scrunching my lady parts to match your manly parts. You didn´t take off my bra, shirt, pants or panties, but you covered me with Spanish kisses, like morning dew on thirsty flowers.

You sang to me about the woman you loved in the past. Your voice coalesces with the warmth between my legs. You said you still had a lot to learn from me.

Will I get a song when I leave?

Who will be the next girl, wearing your oversized shirt, legs sprawled on your bed.

Staring at you, like how I stared at you that first night. Your eyes large and wide, enough space to fill all my subsequent tears joined with the tears you´ll never shed.

Our celestial conversations transported me to pleasurable planets that rocked my solar system for what seemed to be light years.

A kaleidoscope of footprints in the show, confused about which ones are mine. I wanted to fade into YOU. Lose myself to you because I lost myself along the way. I wanted to make love and succumb to you. I wanted to be your fit.

But that night, those eyes that were once large and wide, enough space to fill all my subsequent tears…were closed.