Dream

I dream of you: you are always kind to me, I adore you always. Like all the moments of our waking, like all our wakings, in the shelter of darkness, crawling on our bellies we pass through the fence of barbed wire — between us — we roll into the ditch; and breathless — to make up for all the days apart — we mingle together. From our naked breaths an ivy grows, winds around all the barbed wire, naked, without a single thorn...