I remember… I hesitate

I remember…

Her naked body under the unkempt sheets,
her perfect silhouette designing rhythmic waves of scarlet mountains.
Behind a gawking gaze
a desperate wish for going deep
for sharing that white cloud.

Her dishevelled loom of every morning
covered her face
as well as the sheets
overlapped her soul.

Doubted…
By the similarity of the scene the consummated society
the lazos that kidnapped us.

Always that same suspicion
the advance or retreat of my memory
the torture of my head
… Loneliness of my thoughts
emotion overflowing in waiting.

The shabby bed torn sheets
night passion undressed
… Only sex… Or love with sex.

That strange mix of feelings
of such a blurred situation
of every sunset
of every dawn…
How reality or dream
intertwine.