tête?à?tête with the beloved
tonight
there are no more cities, borders, calendars,
just two breaths
that search for each other like two birds
that know the way to each other
without a map.

we stand face to face
like two mirrors that are not afraid
to tell the truth:
that longing is a tired light
but when you touch it
it lights up again.

I speak to you slowly,
as if each word were a hand
that caresses your temple,
and you answer me
with that rare silence
in which all the promises
that I never utter fit.

between us,
time sits down obediently,
like an old dog at the foot of the bed,
and for a moment
we are no longer two destinies
but a single room
in which love makes its bed.

and if tomorrow the world will rush again,
today we remain here,
in this tête?à?tête
in which nothing needs to be explained,
because everything is understood
with our eyes closed.