The After - Glow

I dreamed your lips were on top of my lips;
when I woke up I could still feel the taste of sin.
I looked for you in every fold of the sheet
          – nothing , but for your smell,
             a shadow of your presence,
             an anguish of your absence…


I drank another glass of dark, bitter wine
and I stepped into the carousel of the ceiling…
I was very close to fall asleep this time.
But when the vertigo soothed
your breath was caressing my temple, my neck

I opened my eyes, the ceiling was still,
the swirl was now in my blood.
The anger weakens me even more
I cannot rest my senses,
        too acute, too busy,
        trembling, longing…

Exhaustion plays with my eyelashes, kisses my lids,
it has your touch, your warmth;
I can feel your vibes all over my body
      the sweet pulse of your breast,
      the rhythm of your unrest

Stop, please, make it end!

The bed clothes around me feel like your naked touch,
but drunk or dreaming or imagining
I cannot touch you,
I can never hold you, but guess you behind a thought, an after- glow.

The red scar of my cigarette disturbs the dark.
Smoke, you’re like smoke, almost an illusion,
making me dizzy and thirsty…