May I write to you when banal reality cobwebs my dreams?
To your denial and the muted truths in your silence.
May I write to your incoherent kisses that eat me in little portions?
To your hundred lies and postponed happiness…
To the cozy desires hiding in your repressed closets..
May I write to the secret you made love to
And abandoned in the clamoring streets of everyday?
To distance and the death of potential orgasms…
May I write to our unborn children living in a hope cocoon?
How they metamorphose into tomorrow’s seeds of pain..