If only you could reach me, I would take me along with you. And before my hands can memorise the braille of your beautiful movements, I shall assume whatever promise there is in silence and allow your slender body to wrap itself around me. Your eyes return my words more beautifully than the silence of rain. As the rains do not scar the dark hills, my body shall leave no trace on yours. When the wind and wild hawk meet, we shall celebrate our distances.
Silence follows the footsteps of men.
I draw blood to every secret nerve and gently kiss their tips, as you move under me, anchored to a rough sea. I cling to you, your music and your knees. I touch the secret vibes of your body, I fill my hands with the darkness of your hair. This passion alone can resurrect our love. 16 I have travelled all the lonely highways in the autumn and watched all the lonesome cities pale at dust.