Hello, touch!
Hello, dissidence!
I kept you close
to feed
my cold soul
with your
rare gold.
Yet
there was
one street
with one number
where slept
one dog
that gave me
arrows of
food.
I had
a slow soul,
a virus
that hunt me
and didn't let me see
that blueness
in your eyes.
Until
I touched
his fur skin
and felt the kindness
you've taught me.
