lunes, 12 de marzo de 2012

EVERYDAY



I lose myself between sleep and awake in a passionate hug to the pillow inert occupying your place.
So... gradually I approaching, I kiss the neck while I hug, waiting to feel how is bristle all his inert body (which naturally doesn't happen).
I join, I stand kneeling with it, between my legs. I try to look into his eyes, while looking for a sweet soft lips,
delicate, delirious, that I can't kiss, arms that I can't feel, a body that doesn't respond, without pulse, without heat.
After of the inconsistency of my actions, I realize the useless of my actions (like always), I back to bed
and because of exhaustion I fall asleep finally with the certainty of a last thought... 
dream about you.
On this planet, in another country, in another city and at this moment, I have my empty bed that yearns for ur presence and wish to feel you.
SHUT UP AND STOP EAT