the unspoken poems are the loudest the ones you don’t utter the times you don’t bother symphonies of silence votes of no confidence trust marbled with rust what's become of us?
the depths of the sky cannot contain my thoughts in your absence
light quavers behind stars beyond The Expanse
the meadow outside your house surrounds in fog sleepless nights pass through hallways like a ghost looking for their body brouillard dans la crepescule
lay your body next to mine with only the sound of breathing this is holy
and tell me softly what colors you taste behind your eyelids when you lay in the arms of your lover
turn off the lights and whisper to me sweetly what you saw burning when you felt the warmth of suns and centers of worlds in a forgotten memory away from here