I dreamed
that my hands caressed
your smile, as before,
that my body shuddered in your presence
and rediscovered joys,
not distant; forgotten.


I dreamed, I dreamed
of that time when
fear did not devastate the nights;
I dreamed of you,
with me and
with a body that
breathed energy to the sound of your hugs.


Grey September, the morning,
where the dream leaves me,
where just, by trying,
to move my hollow fingers,
I rewrite a hard, dark, unfinished verse,
born from the absence of your kisses,
and my own heartless body.