At last in love again, wonderful
My girlfriend keeps asking
to filter out my pink
and to compare him critically
with the man of my dreams
but I leave to her the sober
and boring plainness
I prefer sweet whispers
and secret kisses
open me to spread fragrances
stretch me towards his eyes
and nestle me in the wind
of his stories, catch
life in full sail, endure
storms, cleave the waves
with double ribs