27 de marzo de 2016
The Metro was full of couples
kissing, touching, fingertips on
pores, trying to keep melting souls
inside skin, inside metal, rushing down
underground parts of unexplored cities.
I thought of you,
and the doors eased closer
like thumbs on mouth corners,
those chapped chattering mouths
easing closer in the easy freezing wind of
The Metro (.) was full of "yous" and
full of "mes" and full of that smell of piss
that we deemed city smell
or human smell, because "yous" and "mes"
still kiss if it smells like piss.
And fingerprints still trail change for
Piccadilly or Valdecarros,
Sagrado or Bayamón.
Lista de imágenes:
1. Alexy G., Dubai Metro Painting-Travelling, 2016