Your Delicate Thoughts

Tom, I feel the echo of

your black and white melancholy

in my heart.

I hear the sound of kisses

on my thin skin.

Your fear, which you fuel with

the whisper of your senses,

interferes with the silence

I want to give you.

I don't want reality to hurt

your delicate thoughts.

I don't want loneliness to enter

my cursed soul.

Tom, come back to me

in the same dream

you brought me in a bygone era.

White birds of your hands

will never fly to the sky

because they are afraid

to leave the Earth.

Your shadow-loving loneliness

is in love with the tears

you secretly cherish.

Tom, please, once I fall asleep,

kiss my heart goodbye and touch

my desires I leave here for you.

One sleepless evening,

I will understand how close

you were to loving me forever.