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