I AM NOT A SECRET — I AM A LABYRINTH IN WHICH YOU WANT TO GET LOST

Do you think you understood me from a photo?
From a couple of phrases, from a look, from a half-smile?
No, darling. It was just an announcement.

I don’t give in the first time. I don’t dress in simplicity. I smell of evening, wine and mystery.
I don’t say “I love you” if it’s just interest. And I’m not interested in those who are afraid of complex women.

My touches — later. For now, I give you the text.
A phrase.
And a pause.

I want you to fall asleep thinking about what I would say now if I were nearby.
I won’t be your habit. I will become your question.
Your intrigue.
And, maybe, your dream from which you don’t want to wake up.