love #2

the best subject, isn't it?

lost in the endless depth of intersex relations
sometimes I am too blind to recognize
all of those types of love
i am surrounded with

like, for example

the love of those who come to spend a few hours with you
before you fly
just to let you know
"forzza ragazza, to je samo leteci shleper"
or of those who laugh the night away with you
even if you swear in other language afterward
especially if you do.
or of ones who promise to chase you
all the way to bristol
if you do not come back to budapest
or just wait for you at belgrade train station
out of nowhere

it all happened in two days
it all happened in myriad of ways
it all happened for the sake of love
(and some hilariously good time
dirty talking in car
chain smoking next to fountains
or just walking
asking
wandering
up above the clouds)

or, even more magical
the love of those who claim the right
to call themselves your family
who cherish you despite your craziness
who are there for you even before
you know to recognize faces
or sounds
before you learn how to laugh or write or respect
people
friends
family
and love itself.

this bit is for me mum
and to you who let her know
this http
tsk tsk tsk
thank you love you guys