it hasn’t even been a day.
a night, merely, spent
listening to, among their chatter, your
sounds. greetings, laughter,
conversations that could happen. then,
looking into your eyes, your eyes looking into
my heart, that beat quick
as the hoofs of the horse, ever ready to run.
i am ready to run,
it hasn’t even been a day,
with you, your name
i am too afraid to spill
out of my careless lips. still.