Aye Aye A Amor

**A**

Amoureux

Amor Amor

Escucha me

And a day, anyday, anyhow

Aye

What is love? A chocolate for the mind, gear stuck in the first speed or second, maybe third—the third one is the most dangerous, when your head cannot run fast enough to catch your heart, you are fucked. Amor is when your heart is beating well beyond the speed limit, racing dumbly because an elephant is fucking afraid of a mouse. Imagination, can you be in love other than in your imagination, in your bubble that nobody dared to burst…yet?

Catch the bird, kill the song. Birds sing only because they think nobody hears. She smiled at you because she thought you would not catch it with the corner of your eye. But your eye too was lazily fainting, looking at the birds in the sky, while being attentive like a baseball catcher for her big heavy ball throwing full of milk and honey.

Remember when just between your legs there was the gentle touch of hot air? From time to time, slowly, slowly you leaned a square inch of skin against her skin. You leaned it gently but firmly; it was enough of a connection and she did not move, she stayed firm against your inch. It was so good, like making love through a simple touch.

Passport please! That’s how you want to be the homeland security director, just to hand her your ID of surrender; take it! Take my passport, open at page three, you can find my heart there, special sticker for you—take it and stick it to your mouth lips, gently breathe upon it so I can pass the border into paradise.

Once you can see the most beautiful girl in the world, amor amor, inwrapped flowers left un-given, wrapped in their transparent foil, waiting forever in their precious plastic sarcophage. She left for 10 minutes to change herself; 10 minutes for her was 2 hours for the inwrapped love revelation, inwrapped flowers, unpacked heart.

The most beautiful woman in the world—nobody will believe me, but I saw her. I saw her with many names, many tans, eye colors, hair; so many times I’ve seen through the kaleidoscope: her! She was there. I’ve reached amor; she reached the highest beauty peak to pierce my willing heart. Deaf and blind I roamed in the donjon of amor, loving slave, flagellated by thousands of thorns but flying high—a thousand thorns is nothing against a falling petal of a rose.

Escucha me, escucha me,

Trembling in feverish desire,

Gaze to her praying eyes,

Eat from her naked lips,

Sigh with her sighing breath,

Dream with her dream,

Smile together,

Amor in amor,

the R&J,

the E&A,

Tristan & Iseulde,

Kings & Queens

of heart,

For

Ever.