lifted may blue
Damián Antón-Ojeda
Blue as perfect lifted mirrorrain
As translucent tears in your eyes
Holding so pure the few years in your hands
As blue as a may evening
Somewhere suspending in a perfect dream I take your hand, as running along the softness of your arm
Something in the blood in your hands
The light through your tiny veins
It makes me cry
Holding your hand like rain slipping through treeflowers
Interlacing our fingers
As perfect as this time and place is your beautiful face
And we run through mirror rain
In a deep bluе may sunset
The rain melts into our еyes
It sinks in our skin
We run so far away
