Painting animate [POETRY]
The eyes are not yet tired looking at me
singing in nature
have fun in the seconds of your passing
staring deeper
reminiscent of the dark
Red lips without being spoken
sweat dripping without sweat
I touch even though hands do not feel
I look blank but there is a distant figure lurking
clear drops I can not taste
I can not enjoy it
Numb? yes I'm sure it's true
I saw a shadow I never realized
I heard I did not
I asked though unconditionally
instantly rowdy berbernada
when that moment has arrived
I realize,
I'm like a painting that does not do anything