1

I remember seeing you through your old apartment window, which was covered and distorted with ice and frost. You smiled and waved, your dark brown hair shook as you did this. Your black dress was like closed eyes; full of optical illusions and imagination.

2

Your sunflower teeth, tea stained made the perfect smile. It was flashing lights set to the rhythm of your high heel clicks. I would smile back, I would become more lucid. Your sunflower teeth gave me energy and protein. Your Mediterranean skin and hair radiated the sun they were born and once lived under.

3

I knew my writings did not impress you. I’ve met your romantic poet, or rather seen his statue. You grow up with him, his writings were fantastic; they’ve cut my heels like Asaph’s teeth, and left me frightened of every superstitious day.