I have missed some words.
I look for them in the siesta and their ardor,
in the timid feeling of restlessness.
I don't know exactly why I want them.
To inhabit your body?
To stroke your ego?
To bring out that tenderness I feel when I think of you?
To save myself from such strong waves?
The truth is that I can't find them
Maybe I need to touch your skin in a hurry
kiss your face
look at you while I feel your breath.
Sometimes one wants almost without importance
want just in case
he wants, let's say, modestly enough to feel alive...
Other times he gets passionate wanting
wanting someone clear
and in many cases the call is to want
to a woman like a love