Secret Tenderness

When the rushing sound of my precipitated motion fades away

Under the calming influence of the end of day,

A soft melody sweetly rises, floating on my breath,

Mysteriously finding in the heart of darkness the love to defy death.

And even when lust colours this lullaby,

It does not taint it as would greed;

Our kisses, our caresses, our murmuring, like the lullaby,

Follow the tune at exactly the right speed…

But like you, I cannot comprehend how time

Can be then suspended yet absolute,

To eventually collapse once more, however hard we try,

Into a chaos no less absolute,

As we wake up from our childish sleep

Full of our usual hurry and needs…

Oh I beg you my sweetheart to hold on to this dream!

I promise to do the same, and perhaps we can meet…

There!