You Will Turn in your Sleep
Eyelashes will fall off
in her desire to see you
Fingers will become
ants
climbing
slipping
on your feet
Lips will become
a tiny fly, a tiny mosquito
placing on your ears
their first touch Her breath
will stroll
over your sleeping body
carefree
as though in an empty house
You will turn
in your sleep
and you won't
know anything
Neither
why some loves
keep wandering
on this earth
Nor
why bugs and beetles
remain busy
day and night
In the afternoon
you will sit up
a little drowsy
a little thirsty
a little confused
For some time
you won't know
Why the entire creation
is stirring
at this moment
Who is sobbing?
Where?
Inside
or outside?
This is no time for desire