SEVEN

Seven lives saved by a cat,

Seven oceans to get through

Seven days to taste again the lips of the free people

The people who burn between the icebergs that killed titanic

The people who are mad, mad like the whole world but not in the same direction

Their madness goes up and flows down like a couple of lovers making that thing lovers make, and sweating, and shouting the truth of the ones who are mute and unloved

Seven fingers that walk up and down my chest and my back and make me feel the universe in my skin, an explosion of pleasures

Seven years to learn about loving and being loved, forgiving and understanding

And yet we are here, wondering the same with no fucking idea of what to do next.