It´s a sweet Agony

I make love to minds
I am seduced by minds. I am seduced by intelligence, by your mind.
I am seduced by a face and a body when I see that there is a mind that moves them and that is worth knowing.
Who goes to your passion, your reason?
You don't belong to me, I don't belong to you
Only when I appear and with my light I look for you. I told you I'll make you dream
And dreaming is fine But back to reality, I'm aware of my mortality.
So let me dream only my drama There are calculated caresses And there are calculated verses
With my tongue on your neck, I wrote a strange sonnet Outside the rain was out of tune
And inside another rain but of confetti in your heart burst. And real as this story Our dividine line.
I have these verses that devour flocks in my head
Like a sickness during the winter.
You want to pose nude and I portray you
But there's no sensible verse for your beauty
We are always left with the future
And the doubt if it will last, it's all in play and sweat
That's why I'm addicted to platonic love
And to the pleasure of nostalgia when I'm alone with your name in my memory.
After all, I know that nothing is permanent
And that the impatient
Forgets the honey of the present
Nothing is so urgent, baby, nothing so important
Nothing is more worthwhile than the instant
That we have in front of us and the next
And the chance to make it different
I'm a martyr, not a saint
That's why I'm not afraid of fire but I'm afraid of ashes. But I'm still happy because you're the spark that lights my dark heart.

I see beauty in the melancholy of a distant love, but I do not intend to make you cry but to make you feel alive, this was one of the first poems I dedicated to you on a rainy Sunday.