Your present absence
…but the continuous
unceasing whirl
of perceptions
leads
invariably
into the dark cave
of uncontrolled feelings
and shivers
in the morning
are well known
they are just
the ones
of a wet night
beside you.
And your hand, now
is there
it isn’t elusive.
It’s smooth
your little hand
rested
on
mine
Cesare Mortera
