I’m more than five days in paradise
more than an airport goodbye
more than sex, more than an orgasm,
considerably more than rain at dusk,
than dinner, a walk in the park, and wine
I’m more than a game,
more than one night of passion
I go beyond the walls of an ancient town,
farther than the stones of the colonial road
I am more than a perfume you keep
hidden in your closet, and occasionally spray it to recall a memory
I am more than the photos you never see,
more than those places you will never visit again
I’m more than a naked scarred body,
more than the fingerprints, the saliva
and the sweat that still covers your body
I transcend the room, and the satin sheets
I go farther than the light on the window
farther than the leaves of the trees in the old fort
I am more than a song, more than a memory
of the seed that was never planted.
I am more than music,
poetry, books
more than a stupid trip
more than your childish dreams of adventure
I am so much more…
