Who knows
How your laughter
Sounds like,
Be it in the mornings
Or late at night,
When you’re reading
My messages.
Maybe it changes,
Depending on which country
You’re traveling to:
It’s not the same
In the UK, France, or Lithuania.

Who knows
How your lips
Taste like
After you’ve kissed
A salty shell
Freshly picked from the ocean,
Or after drinking
Your breakfast coffee,
Sweeten or not.


Who knows
Which flowers (garlands or buds)
Look better
On your naked body:
The oleander or some black roses?

Your answer
Is always the same,
With a “maybe” attached to it
In front.
And even about that
I’m not sure
If you’ve meant it or not.

But the question(s) remain(s)
And so are you.