I visit the shores of my soul
and your body still exists on them
and it doesn't rest there to return,
but with memories it echoes in the silence.
Whenever you, with your circle of body
step into the shores of my soul
and close my body with your circle of soul,
I would emerge the strength of moonlight from the dream
and lay each star shell on the pillow,
and I would embrace you under the bed
and repeat silently,
that behind your closed eyes you understand me.
I know you can be quiet and you can not laugh
and you don't exist to return to me
or to take my breath into your hair again
I know because I remember well
that I didn't understand your silence
and how I was afraid of your smile,
and all these nights
in which you passed through me,
I feel as the heat of memories
and I remember myself in your caressing,
in the same nights in which you twisted me in
nursing their heat with your sweet moistness.
Like sigh, my blood defies the evanescence
and simply doesn't forget,
it remembers how equal you are in me.
It doesn't notice the invisible touches anymore
in the world, that sinks into the sea of waiting
and it doesn't recognize the silhouettes of words
in the depths without any light,
because, closed in the circle of my body,
if only remembers you equally
and visits on the shores of my soul.