Man and Woman

A man and a woman see each other for the first time.

What does he think?

It’s nothing.

What does she think?

My God look at these hands!

There is something very intimate about braiding one’s fingers with someone. 

They are fingers.

But they are bodies. 

I want your fingers in mine. 

Because then, it will not just be fingers.

It will be your mouth.

And your eyes. 

And your legs.

And the stiffness of your chest. 

Can I write this?

Is it allowed?

Yes, it is.

Yes, it is.

Yes, it is. 

There is a God in you and a God in me and they found each other

and from the God that exists in me to the God that exists in you

Come!

Don’t think,

just come. 

Everything else is irrelevant.

Come.

And I will wait for you. 

Still a little.

A little more. 

Here I am writing these lines and the patient:

when you think about the heart, you think, it’s a very dangerous thing.

I respond to her:

No doubt!

Two naked bodies hugging each other.

Heart with heart.

Complex QRS and t waves that intertwine in beats that are not unique but are. 

Falling in love.

Losing yourself.

Why don’t you come?

And you answer:

because it’s nothing.

None of this happened. 

Everything is only the result of your intense imagination. 

Really?

All imagination?

My imagination?

It can only be.

But I know something has happened

and I decided to wait. 

There’s nothing to do.

Just wait.

Wait for the man to think: 

there is something in her.