If you see him,

Tell him there is a tambourine in my heart, and yes he still shakes me. Last night I felt the trembles beneath my skin that screams a silent fear and whisper a deafening love. Love, a trap door of light even when it's gone it's somewhere. If you see him, tell him there are snowflakes in my tongue I want to melt in his inner thigh, there are rib bones I want to tickle like a piano, so that musical score starts forming in his lungs and make him sing a song of love.

If you see him, tell him we make everything so complicated, sometimes the message in the bottle is don't drink so much. There's too much detergent for a frail heart. Rain will wash away his tears, but it brings him the greatest fears. Tears never show in the pouring rain, but there are deserts out there that dries his tears so quick and pulls him into a burning passion of love, sometimes so overbearing, he can't escape from the fire.

If you see him, tell him that the moon is his fault, moons that I called "Oh fuck" and "Oh shit". I want to tear off my skin and make him wear it, so that I can feel him from the front and the back of my body at the same time. There are times when I look at you and I can't even think straight, and I don't even mean it in the gay way.

If you see him, tell him I said Hi.