by Jennifer C. Gutierrez

Strings, they float
swiftly, in all honesty
some landing in my eyes
while gazing at your image

and I crawl inside the orbits
enjoying the open fire
of little skips of heartbeat
like riding in waves of tides

tieing some ideas,
of your theoretical and my difficult love
the strings dissolved in my sweat
melting away, yellow and effervescent

or maybe, maybe
its just a theory
gliding on wrong assumptions
or maybe you were just another story...

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