A Saturday Night

A blind shudder,

Following the golden drops,

Forced the transparent ones,

To leave me,

As pearls do,

But without any expectation...

A soothing lie,

Over the fling so true,

Words below the running glue,

To get back you,

As the shell wished,

But without any restriction...

A Saturday night,

Before the guitarist’s pride,

Holding chaos so live,

To feel you,

As art desires,

But without any iteration...