Complicity

I like when he walks by my poems
he does it for years

I can see him passing through my door
every other day
saying
Good Morning… I am here again…
to see your face of words!
to see how are you
to say i care

I had a book in my hands last night
in a thrust i stopped to read looking my fingers
they are so childish

as if the two rings never had existed before

So i gave to life

Hands and Faces

one more day

as He gave to  me …

waiting for my face of words

with  my  tireless childish hands