by Stefano Serri
Pearls of cold sweat follow their unpredictable paths,
from my neck down the spine,
they remind me of your nails, softly invoking my desire.
Am I you? Am I you, now?
Out of my dream it’s not dawn yet, so said my eyes,
while a new heartbeat was growing inside of you.
Only one year ago.
Only one tear ago.
Last updated November 21, 2021