What is it?
Maybe passion
if I never get tired
of enjoying your body?
What is it?
Maybe love
if I want to share with you
every moment of my life.
What is it?
Maybe obsession
if my mind
doesn't think of nothing else but you?
And if this is madness,
like the fangs
that devour me inside,
like a drug
that I cannot leave,
like the air
which I can't give up
if I want to live,
then it's the only disease
where to recover means to die.

October 16, 2021