His eyes are calm, full of light,

and I look at each one,

studing emotions of his sight.

Scared if I don't, he'll be gone.

But he stays, and his presence

is strongly felt.

His solid body, his redolance.

My senses ignore eveything

but our breaths,

conecting with each other,

letting the warmth

rest on top of my mouth.

And just a second more

would be enough

to finally know his savor.

But birds already laugh -

dawn is waking me up.

And I beg for it to let me go.

But his face already vanished,

my dreams disappeared,

and I still don't open my eyes.

Knowing when I do,

Sun will be mocking me again,

telling me something I refuse to listen:

He will never want my kiss -

Neither in real life,

nor in my dreams.

Lots of love,

Oce🖤