Cicada

every night,

mi amor,

I wish a magic happened

And you call me

And look at me when I fall asleep

When I said look, I meant

caring, sleep, together

Or hug me on your arms

I know I am not your son

and I don't want to be your son

but your man

your good man

your good boy

your good partner

your good friend

your good thinker

your good prayer

your good lover

your good

just yours

I love you

six seconds

every morning

at 9.30 am

January, 23rd 1.29 am,

iloveyouamor