Of you

Alex Pinna

There are places of you that I never knew.

I will ask to my hands not to touch them,

to my eyes not to look at them,

to my mouth not to taste them,

to my body not to feel them.

To get the memory of the incomplete,

the memory of not recall.

Sublime almost as much have it

without never have had it.

I

Instead of me,

hi.

Know to know

You have to know, to say.

And know to know, to say nothing.

Gone

Maybe then you shall return

as we return to a place

just visited with the desire 

to look over again the one 

from which we started.

Maybe you will look at it with 

different eyes to deceive again 

believing that is not changed.

And maybe, then, it will be no 

different at all.

Just gone.