Amor, Láska, Love is sitting in a vineyard
- with leaves as green as a part of the Mexican flag
Roztomilá, Lovely as Prague
- especially when the Sun caresses her roofs as Argel would touch Tinka's arms
Glued to Tinka's heart, soul and mind
- but painlessly, not like a paper heart Argel is later going to read about
Electrical, with voltage so high that it makes the internet stuck
- and maybe even the storms Tinka hears behind Argel's windows as echo of her own hungry cries
Láska, Love, Amor, the same in Prague as in Mexico City
- yet with two faces, one tanned and one milky white
Luna, Moon, Měsíc, that's suddenly me, always draped in the velvet of the night
And he is the Sun, with the aura of Mexican light which cannot compete with his happy smile
Nopales with thorns but so tempting at the same time
Dali's wife who roasted Salvator's pet rabbit for dinner so that it would be with them all the time
Elevating poetics when he greeted me for the second time at midnight, a mysterious hour when hands of a clock finally meet each other
Racing heart when I imagine him touching and kissing me, desire
Organtine veil, maybe the same which Inanna had to give up during her descent to the underworld
Sun and the Moon who are going to meet and create their own universe which will last - in terms of seconds -
at least
forever
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