I miss you.
I imagine your smile tender by the soft shadow courtains. I imagine
your neck glimmering brightly
to an audience of small pools of greys and blacks
that are the remainings of my walls and bed covers.
I can imagine your smile, I can imagine
the feeling of my eyes drinking the small dots that will form the white
-and yet, pale-
spheres that create that swan neck.

I can imagine, surely I can,
that smile you use without using a protective sign to the outer world...

I know that smile will bent down on me
and make my chest rise
and expand even before I can stop to measure
it's depth, it's sweet flavor, it's powerfulness.

I can imagine my eyes being shut by your long and ethereal hands...
fingers short but playful, filled with laughter,
so I can read in every nuckle, if I wished so,
the vocals and letters that form your thoughts of me, of my lips,
my teeth, my body, my voice...

as I am sure that sometimes
you can imagine the feeling of embracing and resisting my hug... a hug...
and a hug is no more that a circle of flesh, blood and orange energy,
tendrils that create a vortex in which the world colapses

as we know it

and it only matters that I saw you, you smelled me,
that this night we will sleep and smile for the tenderness of a glorious yet unseen moon.

Have my lips dry, if you please,
from the wishing rock of marvel and marble that shines
greenly, yet vividly, from your lips and eyes.

Have, alas, a pleasant day, and a joyous night.

Good bye.