“There are only as many realities as you care to imagine”
Lawrence Durrell, Balthazar
Covered by a sea of white lilies I lie in bed like felines lie in grass.
A cube of ice attempts in desperation not to melt inside an empty glass.
The night’s long fingers feverishly drop you on my left side.
Disoriented I turn and look at you.
Your hands get stuck in my hair like bunnies in a trap.
My silver icons sick with shyness cover their eyes.
Your touches wake me up
My nails aim at your shoulders
Soft vowels change the time
I start thrilling my Rs
Eros plays his dice
The planets change direction
There is no turning back
Our bodies feed on trees
Rivers stretch like cats
The air is drunk with roses
The stars are drops of blood
Exhalations of hot summers
Tie our souls into a forever knot
You on my left side?
Is this a dream or what?