Today even the buses turn their behinds to me.

Today even the buses turn their behinds to me.
I am limping on my heart.
The drive changes the way things seem to be.
And from so much driving, the face of the biker that passes here
turns into yours.
I wear pants that are definitely black.
Definite like the way everything you do
is in the cute zone.
Between us stands a theoretical lure.
We are speaking jazz improvisations.
Every offer from you, it's another stage in a striptease
that's not being done.
I know
that to touch you
will be like moving my hand on a blank page.
Meanwhile it's like a definite darkness
Only out of instinct, I know where we are standing. 

Today even the buses turn their behinds to me.