| |
IT'S BEEN THERE 7 YEARS now
we're not used to falling on each other
in the middle
of the night of the bed
when we do when a hand falls on the back
we're not used to it anymore
it becomes an intruder into our dreams
calmly we refuse it as if it was a phone
in the middle of an inter course
7 years ago
it was liberation
of the heat of love
these days the bed is bigger
than the house
our hearts they wander
into different shores
our rivers don't meet
in the same sea.