A Welcome Kiss

Don't interrupt my lost words.

Do not oppose the silence

that has settled in my lungs.

Your thoughts are warm, even warmer

than the desires you want

to give me.

No, nothing else matters

when another sleepless day passes

in us, when we miss unnatural breath.

My skin is unaccustomed to touch.

My senses crave

a little empty passion.

There will come an evening

when I touch your delicate wrists,

when you help me carry

this thorny dream to the top.

Do not deny loneliness, do not make

a promise to words.

I'm afraid, I'm so afraid

of tomorrow's sadness that I will inherit

from too hasty thoughts.

Take refuge among the constellations,

recognize the emptiness in me

for which I can humbly wake up.

Leave me a welcome kiss

as a souvenir.