Your eyelash brushed my cheek
My breath cooled your neck
We gave each other permission
To submit to our human science
But our love was un-sociological.
How long can you stare at
A stranger in a room
Without blushing crimson?
When I hear this melody
I allow myself to be moved by
A past that may or may not
Become biography: hopefully never. ✏️
Marios Elles 