her

this fragrance, this color;
so close and yet so far: the distances,
these unspoken words,
and unattended gestures,
they might suffocate me to death.

she confuses me,she refuses me,

i know she does and she knows i do,
in the corner of the brazilian beans,
stands a girl,...administers the brew.

what do i say,
i don't want to see her, my vision fails my imagination.
i want to smell her,
my imagination knows her better.

and, now when it rains,
i feel her tresses, on my skin.
i can now feel my toes,
i want to say, BUT i guess:
she already knows

and then sometimes,
you have to: let go,
you do, she doesn't,
she understands and you don't.

...yes, she charmed you, and
made you crazy, but
now its time,
to let go.