Tom, would you let me wake up
in your dream?
Will you make all my fears
fall silent?
I wish I could hear
your whisper kissing
my impatient skin.
I know
that you are too lonely,
too distant to understand
the meaning of
virgin, fulfilled passion.
Tom, I want to dedicate
my body to you,
so that your whisper can creep into
its nooks and crannies.
I try to give
this scared, wronged heart
a name, but your tears
are empty.
Stars, sown by your fragile hand,
watch over my melancholy,
take care of
the nostalgia
you hide in your own shadow.
Tom,
I know you're still looking for
a way back.
Tears shine so brightly…
Please, give me senses
for once, open your suffering to me.
Tom, trust in my arms.
I want to teach you humility,
sadness and loneliness
before you shed one tear
too many.
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