Sleep

Eyelashes will shed in her desire to see you Fingers will be ants climbing slipping on your feet Lips will be a little fly, a tiny mosquito placing their first touch on your ears Her breath will stroll through your sleeping body carefree as if in an empty house You will turn in your sleep and you won't know a thing Neither why some loves keep wandering this earth Nor why bugs and beetles keep busy day and night In the afternoon you will sit up a little drowsy a little thirsty a little confused For a while you won't know Why all creation stirs at this moment Who is sobbing? Where? Inside or outside? This is no time for desire