A habit

Terrible

As night empties itself and

Disappoints the dawn

I left Yesterday

Like one breaks a heart

And whines for a space

Where nothing lasts

Just a resistance

An illusion

A fear

Have we already….?

Are we still…?

You console my forlorn delights

You give a face to my straying wanderings

In your embrace

I interrogate Time

As one drinks

From the lips of Blood

As deep as the Earth

When She surpasses us

And that She fiercely grows

Within our simmering touch of intimacy

I listen to your tenderness

Up straight

Melting differences

I taste behind my eyelids

Like a fever of sleep

My dreams expand in angst

Exquisite and mute

And I sink myself

Fugitive, strangled prisoner

I sink

Into the oblivion of conjugality

A handful of wishes

And I leave myself…

As I left Yesterday…

I am traversed

By minuscule immensities…

I slow my skin…