I’m not sure if it was a dream,
I felt you so close.
Sometimes, I’m just
a little girl curled
against your chest.
Sometimes, still,
I’m afraid
to open my eyes
and not find you,
I know you take care of me.
I like making love to you
in the shadows,
seeing you in the words.
I often touch the flowers,
imagining your skin,
just before
they wither away.
That’s why I prefer the nights:
if I don’t see you,
it’s not your fault
nor mine.
It’s just that we prefer
not to turn on
the lights
yet.
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