Playing cold

You might be a big fish in a little poem.
You may stay in silence surfing on a cloud.
You must paint the forest with both of your eyes.
You could keep this bottle inside of my heart.

You should taste the sunshine by the lonely beach.
You should smell these flowers and fly like a bee.
You should sing our anthem from a crystal boat.
You should bless my forehead with a burning kiss.

You can be a lot of things. You can live a bunch of lives, on and on, one after another: you can travel by my side using one of these, sweet and tender, like an evanescent dream, like the humble seed hidden in the fruit. But at the moment, I am far away from you. I am just playing cold today.