Close enough

Each second 

close and reopen 

what we call now.

Red

I would 

I would

I would 

And dozens of ladybugs fly on me and

every desire is a black dot in their red.

Curiosity becomes spark and

wing's beats produce it.

I would

I would 

I would

And you'll never know if it was what you've

 always wanted that reached you,

or if it was you, by moving, that reached it.

Because the solution is not in count of each point,

but to have distinguished each one from the rest.

As well as you wanted,

watching all that red, 

instead.

In me

I'm not in every corner

because the corner is in me.

You can only see the sharp edge,

but this is not what I see or 
what I would like you to feel 
about me.

If you were in me.

On patience I seat

The last is always the first

compared to the next.

Don't you

Don't mind the truth,

mind you.

Pleasures

I haven't no more real pleasures 

than those for which I harbor the hope 

to live them.

You'll be

You'll be my excuse if I will arrive in advance of the time of our encounter,

ever wanted so much.