There, right there

there

right there

in the middle of somewhere

of nowhere

here

no here

where

wearing that really short short red dress

enable me


right there

to the left

what is left of me

and you


but you

persevere

in your you´s

ignoring what you are

and who

and why



There

the moment of truth

the tiny moment of truth

as your dress

reflecting

your eyes reflecting Mars

and the universe of love



There

right here

where nothing is what it seems

where you think poetry

still exists


Poetry never existed

Poetry never will

has no will

it just is


And there you are

nude

and the world

doesn´t need

anything

else

but

you


There