Letter to the girl

My dear girl:

What to do with you… to meet you? 
What to do to recognize you among all those sweating pullovers? 
What kind of opera will commence when you indulge on the tasteless?

Why not to write about it and start the ending of those coming and goings, boing-pongs of somewhat the stopping absurd?

Start around yourself. Write about you, for you, so I know you.

From your lips I want to read that which flashes on my eyes from your fingers. Tastes good…    

And I rest now on you again. As I told you once: "please, don't go again", I tell you now "thanks for coming by".

As I can tell, by being in Love, you never went away.

With a hug, 

Ari