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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

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