abstinence lost in the essence of life and all the triviality of my days, still stand right here every single morning of my lifetime, as the sun rises and hits me from every possible angle of my house, I get lost. inside a mystery of yourself, transverse in the shades, remaining heroically, your perfumes; “you used to wake up first and as you felt your body all relaxed, those pleasuring sounds simply sounded like melody to me, i remember quite perfectly you, staring at me wondering if I might be or not in profound sleep, even dreaming – impossible, when logically could not be in many of the universal possibilities have a perfectly and amazing dream as you, you and your unique presence next to me, exhaling unknown perfumes, unknown senses of a soul I so long waited to love” . I need to stop, at least for while.. maybe stop for relating and ignorantly expecting for find another you, maybe another soul of yours, dissipated in a million of fragments on others, but actually I quite need to stop this rediscovering of your magnificent presence, even though, years might come, decades, possibly and I might still remain a bit of you in the most of the beauty this world could handle.
the sky is inflamed with the sun, I decide to go back to bed, simply to lay, maybe your presence prevails on the pores of my pillow, you keep floating inside my thoughts, my head, my ideas, and I go insanely on wanting you, wanting maybe at last, your smile close to me as we think about our non routine, non chronology of the time.. it goes by, and I still remember; “as you left bed, slowly walks, a suspicious look back, with your look, an invitation, and no one could ever resist that look, cloths slowly fall down, your mystery, your sexuality not banal at all, the essence of your body exemplified on those perfect lines, your perfect lines – the water falls down, touches you gently, even though, like the water admired by such a beautiful piece of rare nature, I watch you from the bed, craving to resist on admiring or jumping and touching every part of you, I go, and you close your eyes to magnetize the essence of a brand new day, the lights reflex from the mirrors, and once more, I got you, now we’re two”
and then you’re gone.. somehow, empty, life, mornings, even though, forcing smiles to reinforce that life is more, life is eternity, life as all the glory, chances, risks, wishes and praising instants, remembered, forgotten, the essence, the bit of your lips still remains in every part of me, the smell of your hands, your legs, your hair, those smells, colors and shapes of your soul, also.. remains here inside of me, I crave, wish, feel deep down of my undiscovered essence you and I, as the cosmic dust.. running wild.