Outside the Tapas restaurant

There isn’t a thing on this earth -

fuck that 
all the moments 
spaces 
going all the way
back 

back to the ones before 

the son of the son of Socrates’ Mover merely pointed 

(and everything just started moving from his fingertip…energy 

is

just created!) -

that could blind me to that light.

I believe the lights were like strong flames 
outside Cafe 
Baba Reba.

I believe we saw them and felt their warmth, and we couldn’t stop smiling because they too were 

just…
my god…

they were just created 

(from darkness).

Moving heat real and right in front of our own bodies.

Mine in front of yours 
Yours in front of mine.

Remember?
We wanted to try to merge them?

That was before Lucky’s Club, before the first time, before we wanted to merge our bodies.

First - we wanted our lights to merge. 



Nothing. 

That’s what could make me forget the one I saw in front of me. 
And the wider-than-face smiles that shined like the moon 
on both our faces.

There isn’t a thing on this earth …

…that could blind me to that light.