Even though you insist on denying
the affection you hide inside,
it is enough for me to pause in your gaze,
and at once I know you return it.
Though you wish to suffocate the impulses of your soul,
and impose conditions on yourself,
when beside me you begin to fantasize,
where do all your objections fly?
Fearful of falling in love,
you sealed with a double lock
the door that leads to your heart.
But you could not foresee it—
for when you barricaded yourself inside,
there were already two of us living in that mansion.
Photography by Edgar Rocha
