I find myself in every word
written, in the pulse of the blood
I kiss the silence of my hours.
You are not here today
I will sleep with your absence
I will embrace the warmth of your skin
impregnated in the sheets
from the night before, your smile
in the shadows, your orgasms
in the echoes of the universe.
Calendar and seasons
cyclic invoking your presence
and this that your absence is only
one night.
The yellow leaves flee from my feet
they embrace with the wind, they dance
in circles, they play and run
like children in the city park
autumnal, in the afternoons of coffee in the air
free, where we meet some
time.
Now I find myself submerged
on your pillow, in the hole
that left your face
An insomnia of images
Unforgettable, run through my memory.
It's just one night
but it becomes eternal like time
waiting at a station
the journey back to the terminal
of my arms