Appointment

Aborted appointment 

with a  creature 

made of a sterile 

metal womb .

This morning she put 

 her most beautiful dress ,

perfuming herself 

with a cloud of oblivion

and eternity ,

wanting to breathe

her womanly scent ...

That day where everything 

was blue .

 Dress, eyes , ocean ,

and even the heaven ! 

Closing the book 

and ignoring  how 

the story ends .

 Fallen angel of flesh and blood

whose wings closed 

over the abyssal silence ...

Book cover whose title and author 

I have forgotten .

 Few lines written with a feverish hand ,

saying '' I love life !  but not that one ...''

It happens sometime that we die

only after a lifetime of rushing 

 towards a few missed meetings

masking some dark secrets ...

A cool breeze danced across

San Francisco bay .

The bridge murmuring : 

''Don't grow old ! come to me ...''

 Tourists were watching at you.

 Just old ghosts from the past ,

passing each other without greeting...

The book remained open 

on the first  page of the rendezvous ...

 Your dress unfolding 

like a blue bird ,

hopelessely in love with a fish ...