Kiss me
while you feel the skin
that is behind my skin.
Swear to me
once and again that you
would try to love me more,
just a little more than yesterday,
as if you were
the candle and I the flame
to give light to you and me,
almost nothing, just a little,
in a corner inside the room.
Hidden
alone, for love.
The dark room,
your body, mine,
the time of the clock.
Hidden,
alone you and I,
trapped, not been able to come out
of my inside, of your inside,
while we make love.
Kiss me
while you feel the skin
that is behind my skin.
Swear to me
once and again that you
would try to love me more,
just a little more than yesterday,
as if you were
the candle and I the flame
to give light to you and me,
almost nothing, just a little,
in a corner inside the room.
Hidden
alone, for love.
The dark room,
your body, mine,
the time of the clock.
Hidden,
alone you and I,
trapped, incapable to come out
of my inside, of your inside
while we make love.
Clandestinely we exchange the warmth.
Unquestionably we end up seeing the sun.
Hidden
alone, for love.
The dark room,
your body, mine,
the time of the clock.
Hidden,
alone you and I,
trapped, incapable to come out
of my inside, of your inside
while we make love.