all that is perfect

I'm speaking with you about horses
and we both know
it's not about horses or a body of any matter
If I will make you a cup of coffee, it will turn into love
I am not afraid anymore
to put the right words into their places
give me a sentence
I'll find the pain
and send it away in a fancy carriage
to an abandoned house
now there is only the air between us
heavy as a ship full of gold
the sky is watching helplessly
as me and you are getting away
up above - all that is perfect
down here - a few open gates
the drops of blood
forgetfulness and its many blessings
fingernails