Chaos

It is not a world chaos what I see
when I say that I am fire and you are fire;
I have wanted to escape with a piece of your look,
a piece of your heartbeat,
I have perturbed my mind to found you.
For an instant I captured the trip
of one of your senses,
storm frozen by my fingers;
now I can savor a memory with your tongue.
With a piece of your look I look for finding me again,
I walk for your eyes in the edge of my bones
and I observed myself playing to belong you, to conquer you,
mine of today without ending it.