NO WORDS

Alone, in an unknown city.
Walking along, getting the pulse.

And he passes by, and looks.
Three steps, three seconds.
And looks again.

Can it be? Such a beauty ...
Me?
So I wait. He turns. Come back.
It must be the air, the smell.
The recent storm;
the botanic garden, the fumes.
Intoxicated, that must be.

But for once this is real.
"Take me home", I said.
Afraid of his lack of English;
Afraid of his answer.

"Nearby, I live. Come".
In five minutes, both naked.
No, cannot be.
This beauty, this latin lover.
Fair versus brown, the skin.
Soft touch, gentle arms.
Fury and passion, so sudden.
And the mouth, the lips.
What a kiss, how curious his tongue!

Very short eternity.
His slim muscles relaxed;
the curves of his body, exposed.
Tenderness, after crazy sex.

Real, can it be?
Why now, why here?
So far, so short.
Just a dream.
The garden fumes, the exotic plants.
A fantasy, that must be.