Blue · Bridge · Gale · Light


I could set sails on a day like this,
when the air is strongly scented
with June linden breeze.

I could sleep forever
under the afternoon sun,
while my fingers and chest
would become alleys
for ants and other little things.

I could sink into the sea
without waiting
to be rescued by thee;
by your voice like a thunder,
by your cherry lips.

You’re you seeking my forehead,
don’t wake me from dreams!
From darkness and silence
all risings begin…


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