Sunrises

Your lips caress the lobe of my ear. Your hands, my shoulder. Your half-open eyelids kiss my eyes. Every night at bedtime. Sated with your caresses, my head on your chest, my eyelids close, I fall asleep. The galaxy dances in my womb, to the harmonious music of our breathing: with you at the height of time, until each morning. You are not here. You will never come, but every night until every morning: you are nearer than I had imagined...