How many languid glances
yesterday afternoon along the road!
Our eyes crossed
full of passion
of desire
unarmed
powerless
unable to do anything else
than dreaming of loving.
Neither I
nor you
and neither you
and nor you
have said "hello"
"I like you"
"let's love each other".
Why passion
is always imprisoned
in the unconquered fortress of mind?
Will we ever set it free?

November 8, 2020