Each morning, every night
In my mind, against my face
the soft touch of your breath
as always, before and after,
invisible.
I know that I will find you again
you will not be able to escape
from my imagination
captured like a innocent rabbit
immobilized scared resigned
however you will be
I will make of you
what you may not, now, want
with calmness
I am ready, now,
to devour you.
Love leaves nothing on the plate
not even the utensils.
I shall eat you
and drain you empty –
I would not want, however,
that you suffer.
I would desire
that you enjoy, also,
the immense happiness
of being love’s food.
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