Do you love me as I love you?
With my eyelids
that pop open at night
because my body is worned out
to dream about you without touching you.
With your voice
rumbling in my ears
while the others talk to me.
With my nose incapable
to smell other perfumes
if not yours.
Do you love me as I love you?
Like when
I draw your face in the air
pretending to be caressing it.
Like when I walk
and my hand
widens from my side
thinking about holding yours.
Like now
as I brush your lips
and my heart beats like a drum.
No, wait.
Don't say anything.
That tear you're shedding now
has already told me everything.
It's talking about love.

July 8, 2017