FORGIVE

I like your voice a little hoarse
Of frankness sometimes few
Of this malice when speaking ...
Of your forgetfulness
This sweet pretense
Trying to find me.

I like your feigned jealousy
From your sleep badly asleep
From your smoking habit ...
From your thoughtful way
Often curious
That everything wants to ask.

I even like your fear
From this meeting that did not come
That you did not want to score
Your smell, your kiss
The Embrace That Franking
If you did not want to give me.

I like this street so much, this moon ...
Of the mad will of thine
One day want to return
And so want to kiss me ...