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
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