Because everything is postponed from yesterday to later
because I walk around the house and despair again
before dawn,
everything except your body.
Because nothing is my everything if not There is nothing with you
because time is a curve and another way is oblivion
that I do not understand your eyes,
nor your voice I guess.
What awaits me tomorrow, if I wake up lit
with the sun on my face and my desire with you
I give the sea the window to drown what I feel
and let the calm come to give me relief.
Because sometimes I wander in the smell of your clothes
because I travel slowly from your bed to your things
as if looking for the passage,
may I return to your mouth.
Everything loses its light looking for you
and in the center you remain,
burning moon.
Because you are on my forehead confusing the hours
because you return silently from light to shadow
decomposing everything,
when a verse names you.