It's you I want
and no other dream
could wake me up at night
tormenting me with pleasure.
It's you I wish
and I wouldn't need to dream
to live,
live
to dream.
Is it possibile to open my eyes in the morning
and desire you,
as you were air to breathe?
Spending the moments of the day
and thinking all the time of you,
as you were passion mud
that covers me with joy
attached to my skin
inexorably
sweetly
morbidly?
It's you I would like
and yes,
it is possibile
and I want,
I want to sink into your love.

December 18, 2021