blue like a fog in a childhood story is the summer night
and its shadowy petals are spread everywhere as if
it were some kind of autumn, short-lived and strange
like the sudden spasms of your body resting so close to mine
that small, invisible bridges of blood in between them
appear here and there
so that our hearts could tell each other goodnight stories
while we are falling asleep
resting in that small space between one day and another
like in a cradle
we get to be born anew, but this time together
and while you slowly turn to the other side
(some of the small invisible bridges snap
so that others could take their place)
my arms curl around you again and again
like an overgrown vegetation
like a wildwood hiding an unspoiled clearing
where your dreams fly kites with mine..
and the calm rhythm of your breathing
slowly hypnotize me into sleep