Simple highway

The highway with some steps marking

my presence and yours, runs impatiently,

still searching for our destinations,

which we hide, into our fists-

this is how we play with the concrete road into

our innocence.

Failing the lampoon, we fly into a new spring,

away from your weights, away from the countries

to some clean county where I wish a few

sheep, a home, some apples and deep blue water.

I request no reasons, no men but

snowflakes and trees creating an orchestra of

companionship, reflecting my beauty, the nude

ground saves the shyness, letting the white sun cover

the bare with a yellow sheet of gold,

shedding, inviting, making love.

No one can steal us like no one can steal the mountain,

melting in its dew, the snow binds us

along and we make our way listening to the

symphony of squirrels, to reach

the place, seen with closed eyes,
seen together.