Do you have any idea how much I want you?
Wanting to love you, it’s like an extreme sport.
Once, it’s like skydiving, then like a marathon.
Like scuba diving, then like I climb mountains.
It’s like I’d run and sweat through the feelings
with speed on the highway of moments having
more than a hundred pulsations per second
for crossing the finish line, with you, together,
at the same time in the adrenaline of senses,
with the sighing of our bodies and kisses, and
other kisses, [just for a tiny pause of breathing].
Yet for all these, I have to lie, terrified because
you’ll forget to open the parachute or to swim
assuming it’s illusory the fine line between us.