CONVERSATION

It was as if
we had the same
conversation
ten years ago
the same telephoned
recorded messages
of your last words
when subject matters
silenced my pride
like unfolded
artificial petals
in an ancient Roman vase
which wanted to come a live
at me and blush
yet a few thorns arranged
are always this way
in an hourglass and water
to hinder and divide us
from a kiss
and a handshake.