Tender Tale of Two

                                            To Frank, who can understand everything.

                                                       I wish I'd known you as a child.

You are my little prince

in the desert, fallen to earth 

from a heaven

of untamed shapes

and unspoken words.

Whenever
I draw you a boa constrictor

You don’t see a hat,

You instantly become best friends

with the elephant

waiting to be digested inside.

With you,

I’ve never been to a real desert

I’ve never left this room

as a matter of fact

but lately, my life

has become a poem 

in the shape of a box

fallen down to earth from a heaven

of miraculous landings.

Without a pre-existing map,

we follow the scent
of wild roses re-planted
in big-size flowerpots.

Like two pillars
born from the boiling ash

of the same volcano,
visible from any outer space,

Two standing  towers-
you and I wrap the blue sea water 

to prevent the loss
of a planet’s remained harbor.

A blind desert sand fox translates
the lava of thoughts

to and fro,
one coast of the ocean

at a time.
I never leave this room 

but I assume,
just like an sos message bottle,

it travels with the tide.