He makes you lose footing
Your head and pedals, your stranger is a stone in
the pond of passing days
From his perfectly shaped lips
flow bookish accents
Makes you think he'd do everything, or almost, better than
Fresh like a new high school
Like the mirror of first times
Your stranger spotted you in the
color you chose, in the lightest fabrics
in your nymphet uniform
the one that a few years ago would've made him capsize
Flowers filling the barrel
Your stranger reinvents you in the halogen of his desire
He's the man of superlatives
not the guy for month-ends
Your stranger doesn't talk numbers or sports on Sunday night
So, smile in your eyes, tears on your lips
You give him a piece of you, you scrap your boyfriend's perks
But at night, the suits
find their worn-out hangers again
and the taste of bitterness from
cheap light in his bad habits
You watch your coast guard
only then you realize your boyfriend is the stranger