It’s in the air…

When the truth
doesn’t hurts,
an open sky of
empty clouds
and two souls
in a puzzle,
goes a love-filled
river over
my sweaty body

When the love
doesn’t hurts,
a sunny sky of
shiny talks
and bright light
in your eyes,
walks a heavy
heart-beat over
your wet body

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-04-02