a kiss

The moon can not help it
that we imagine something
the incomprehensible lies in us
we imagine a life
even if the mind
another cynical one
Breath ready for us

Random with a beam
a pale green ray
from past suns
we are the hyperbole
thinking
to become cocky

In the mirror, we stroke each other
complacent
make us strange
as if it was only about us
so exciting
as we think
the soul knows ours
self-proclaimed loud groan
through a deadly desire
through the influence
a kiss never granted