devouring that fish

to see your smile beaming,
unaware i was smiling too.
we were both dancing,
but not the same dance.

to see you devouring that fish,
is like the pompous past unleashed.
we are now so much different,
but in every way the same.

to see you watering those eyes,
is to relieve the glorious past.
my hand moved to touch your own,
as though it has a life; of its own.

to see you maneuvering those lips,
felt like we are in different time and space.
we are both muddled, in the seek,
but our hearts do not beat; the same beat.


el-conquistador