In need

I do not seek the love of greatness, I do not want lips with poison and to doubt the sunrise. I do not want poetry from my eyes and that you run after me for three streets (although you could run five). 

It is not complicated what I want nor is it simple because I am human and my brain is absent when the heart rules. What I am looking for is a corner, a 2x2 where you are, with open arms and on my side. I do not want Switzerland, nor do I want war, I am in need of a home where I can take off my shoes and curl up by your side. Where I can vent the human failures in me and everyone, without prejudice and conditions. 

I want a person who is as mine as I am his. That the bonds come from our hands and that we stutter while we speak since we will be speaking the truth. I need that when the rats jump the boat you look for me and save me. In the complicated definition of a dictionary, I need someone.

T.A.