Your distance saddens me,
I need your hug more than ever, the smell of the air from your mouth, your hands caressing my eyelids so that I close my eyes.
You will take care of everything; and when you reach the corner of my lips, and with your middle finger press my lips,
so that he does not say,
Everything is said and you want me to listen to your songs,
they talk more about you,
than your words.
I hang my head.
To offer you my neck, submission.
Your arms surround me and cover my face, like a magic cloak that protects me from monsters, like a handkerchief that masks and dries my tears
Your body welcomes me.
Our legs intertwine.
A living painting.
Symbiosis.
The chameleon arrangement, in love with a butterfly.
And if you listen
in the still voice
of the night
the lie of the sound,
the betrayal of the imaginary,
the illusion of the company,
the hope of the phantom heat
of the breath of a caress
that will lurk in the ear
in the next moment,
during insomnia:
what is about to happen.