No one read my cup.
Unless they find out you're my girlfriend.

No one studied my handwriting.
Unless they find out your name's letters.
Everything can be refuted.
Except for the smell of a woman we love.

Everything can be hidden.
Only the steps of a woman moving inside us.

Everything is debatable.
Except for your femininity.

Where do I hide you, my love?
We're two woods on fire.
And all the TV cameras are on us.

 

Where do I hide you, baby?

And all the reporters want to make you the cover star.
And they make me a Greek hero.
And a scandal written.

Where do I get you?

Where are you going with me?
and all the coffee shops keep our faces by heart
And all the hotels keep our names by heart.
And all the sidewalks keep the music of our feet.
By heart.

We're exposed to the world as a balcony.
And visible as two gold fish in a crystal pot.

No one read my poems about you.
Only the sources of my language are known.
No one traveled in my books.
Unless he gets to the harbor of your eyes.
No one gave him my home address.


Unless he goes to your lips.
No one opened my neighborhood.
Unless he finds you sleeping there like a bed.

And no one digs up my papers.
Unless...