Gravity knows
no mercy,
love always
attracts the one
who flees his
fingerprints
even though his hand
left them there as a sign,
wiped them off,
he flees
toward fast
deeds to realize
desire, when
the sun’s mass
demands
everything, me,
you, the passion
that flees
behind your back,
behind my back,
as I am still alive,
and read the day,
it radiates off the page,
I write it.