I was brittle
and very sensitive
to the temperature’s relief

daily
from your feet
was slooping somewhat of red liquid

at night
I was busy with killing
one by one the mosquitos
during their trial to feed on
your wee bit blood

now
I am still a knowing
as regards the sleeplessness

while
upholding my temples
the fingers doesn’t reach the brain
but nevertheless
they remain
thin and clean

after measured enough narrowing
and served its exile
the sand from the broken sandals
is finding again the freedom
of its own desert

the natural time’s purl
is replaced
from time to time
by the thud which ends
some homer’s free fall

my body is reclaiming now his resilience
and his heart

( I believe that it was me
that one who was named by you
last night
so simple
and after so long
darling )

for example
my arms can elongate themselves
so much that they can reach you
anywhere
they have to tidy
some countable seconds
among your less and less
hair

maybe someday I shall succed
to supersede the ickle fly
which gives sense to your
snoring
while shaping
your lips

maybe someday
by mistake
you will gulp me
and we shall breathe together
through the same lung
the same kind
and the same quantity
of air
*
deprived of whiteness
the page is laughing at me
it is fed up with words

I know

too kneaded
the words bloated
in time
and they were on the point
of distorting the reality

now
touching them carefully
I try to put them away
in the puzzle of this moment
called life