🍂💚– Tonight...

🍂💚– Tonight, 

I could swear. 

I met you.

– Was I beautiful?

– You were beautiful. 

You were a dream. 

It was night. 

You were everywhere.

– And what did we do?

- Before or after ?

– Before or after what?

– Before or after having made all those strange silences?

- Before.

– He used to take the piss out of nightmares, 

reading poetry from a blue book. 

You pointed them out to me with your finger, 

I read them from your hands.

- You liked it ?

– I liked how you tilted your head to look better.

– I'm doing it now too.

– And why can't I see you?

- I do not know. But I'm here.

– Maybe I should close my eyes.

- Perhaps.

– Do you see me now?

– I can't explain. But it's like when you find yourself in a dark, 

dark room that every now and then you invent a little sip of light so you don't drown. 

As in a room painted dark, 

you have two eyes that you cannot see but you know, 

you know more than you, 

that in that instant they are open. 

And they are there watching you.

– What did we do after?

– Afterwards, 

I was cold. 

And you said something funny like: 

do you know that the reverse side of fear is kissing? 

And I replied: 

then shower me with kisses. 

And the minutes passed so quickly that dreams are said to be a twisted pocket of time and we slipped into that pocket. 

And I held you, 

God how much I held you. 

Then we danced I had my mouth close to your neck with one hand I held the blue book and I read you your favorite poem for the fourth time. 

And you told me: 

I think the dream is about to end. 

It shows through you. 

And the last thing I saw was the infinity of your eyes.

- I am here.

– My eyes are closed. 

But I still don't see you.

- I go out. 

I'll go look for you.

- I come with you ?

– I am someone who often gets lost.

- I know. 

Do not make me wait... 

💚💖💗💕💓💘💞💝