TWO BODIES
Two bodies in love,
stretched out on the bed.
Anyone would think
this was the essence of a sexual night.
Not true!
They are just two shadows.
Two people who adore each other,
separated by a wedge of ice.
A pure, white bed,
yesterday a nest of sexual love.
Night hounds the dreams,
snow creates a year of solitude.
We love each other,
but turn our backs on one another.
In our minds, the voices of memories
devour our feelings.
Our desires rot in the bed,
squashing the sun of the passion that we left.
Memories of love,
like the streets of a great city.
The pillow is made of rock,
a cold slab of sadness.
Sleepiness feeds his nightmare
of leprous images and savage desires.
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