Tofu

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I could write the most common words today.

I could say he’s handsome, I could say he’s charming.

But that would never be special, and would be far away from what I mean.

I could remember him all day long.

I could be with him, just for fun.

I could wonder what he’s thinking about.

I could wander sad for thinking he’s not mine.

But the way I get him is like a special menu.

I meet a sympathetic and aggressive man at the same time.

And the love I get from him is a different kind of feeling.

It is a hot passion with affection, but no link.

And every time we meet it looks like his body is printed on my skin with ink.

The ink disappears with the time.

And so my memories someday will.

It’s not necessary thinking about it now, I’m fine.

And warm still.

He kills me and makes me live again.

I faint in his arms.

He doesn’t say my name, but I wake up with no pain.

Each time is better.

I couldn’t write the most beautiful words today

Because I left them on the sheet, on the pillow.

I could write the most common words today.

He’s my killer tofu.

Reggina Caeiro