(One Line)

wait night to come and 

expect stars to shine 

only street lamps illuminate

sky, bright and polluted 

yellow light melts 

in inky firmament

brown as your long hair

but you never corrupt 

as stars dim tonight

a hot summer night

it kills me and 

I cannot breath 

reminding your pant

and whisper that already 

penetrates my aching soul

I wheeled with the stars, 

my heart broke loose on the wind*

forever young

or at least that's how it felt 

in that indefinite moment

*Poetry by Pablo Neruda