Please don’t call me a poet
He is someone obsessed
In language acrobatics
I am the abnormal theory
Topless competing in verbs
Slowly complicating your hands
Low necking the irresistible truth
Just imagine balancing your God
His surprise in the general noise
Unimaginable weight indeed
Shoulders carrying human shame
Do you see life up there
Buying flowers for death
The beautiful curving hunger
Moving faster agitating minuting your waist
It’s frivolous intent recklessly trembling your thighs
Wickedly whispering without reasons
Selfishly tasting your regard
Wind stumbling this lady to speak
Have we spoken once I am asking you
Your terrible speech sounds familiar
Stammering bodies microscopically
Assuming position is where you’ll find me
Suggest the circus it magically hides identities
Find some roars face upping your dreams
I will remain here silently focused miming my marvelous destiny