ask for permission

I was walking on the street

and I felt your perfume. 

that was when my mind took a dive

into the day we were lying on a garden

exchanging kisses and funny faces while a sky 

made of a million colours collapsed above us. 

I placed my lips on your neck

and slowly went up 

to meet your lips.

that was when I had to ask permission

from my fragile heart

to let you in.

when you placed your hand on my neck

and leaned in to kiss me,

I realised you didn't have to ask my heart for permission to come in.

you were already in and had drawn your body with a pencil

in the blank canvas that is my mind. 

Translated by Sara Fernandes