Love grew up in me

Love grew up in me
like the moon between two palm-trees
that have never embraced each other.

The intimate murmur of two bodies
made the cooing the sea-swell brings,
but the voice and throat go stiffed,
the lips turned to stone.

So... I am silent.

The longing to encircle you
keeps me alive,
and my arms’ desire to reach out
and grasp you hard...

So hard and so close that we can exchange our heartbeats.

Love and the moon passed
and devoured my lonely body.
And I am the ghost who searches
for you and utters your name in dreams

from far... So far that you can't hear...