In some forlorn nights,
when I don't hear from you ,
I dream of you .

Always the same dream.
Though you are in sleep
sighing in melancholy
yearning for someone distant .

By an electric shock
generated from evocation
I become alive again .
Everytime, I take your arm ,
Paste a kiss on your palm
Slowly keep it back
on your chest.

When I wake up
I wonder always
Was that you or
was that me
who sighed in my dreams.

D. C.
11. September . 2020