An advice for pre-lesbian chicks

I don't know what was

whether her perfume's touch

or her long hair's smell

the spell I was trapped by --

titanical ocean waves

of pleasure disguised

in a new way

that claims

to be secret

to remain

in the most unusual place.

Hidden by the sheets

I woke up

of the sweetest dream

I ever had.

We brushed our hair,

make-up our face

and went out

back to world

as simple friends.

No kisses aloud ,

Neither hugs nor

hanging around

hand on hand.

Satisfy yourself

with invisible glances

But don't think

that she is going

to call you back,

to worry about you,

to care about your life,

your health, your mind.

There is no place

for comprehension my dears;

we are as bad

as they are.

Picture: El columpio-Raymond Monvoisin