TOM FORD'S BLACK ORCHID

I took some time and remembered tonight

not everything, but, just

the simple things

that i can't explain.

We always meet in eerie silence.

I always forget the facts

I never forget perfumes.

We met between Ana Karina's illusions

and Pessoa's house,

right where nowhere crosses

dreaming of nowhere.

Remember i never write love poems.

I haven't told our story for a while now

but, i remember you because

you make me proud to believe that

i know everything

when i acquire nothing.

Once, you claimed i stole your whole personality.

I told you:

"I only steal from the best."