I would fall asleep on your chest
So that I could melt into you.
There would be no dreams without
Your heartbeat beneath my ear.
Nothing would feel safer than the
Rhythm of us. The heat between my lips
And your chest, the holy skin that feels like mine.
Maintaining the eternal.
Gliding into the essence of you.
A night knows no morning without you.
No mechanisms lifting the corners of my lips.
No openings of the mouth to embrace you.
Speak your language and release a monologue into you
That becomes a dialogue that nobody hears but us.
“Figura” by Henrique Bernardelli (1858-1936)