Allow me
This day to exist
Without fear
Of death
Drawing near

For the time
Which keeps me
Certain
Our life
Is a borrowed dream

When I wake
To caress your cheeks
Between
These sheets
So tender

Imagining
Every shadow
Of that morning
Sun
Is me

Tracing
Lines which curve
Around
Your dimples
Sweated

Placing
Fingers gently
Near the mouth
You keep
At rest

To pretend
We just won’t know
That love
Is always
Reaching

From the heat
Our bodies
Mingle
Like a furnace
Burning chance

Of the thread
Which ties
Our hearts
Bonding flesh
That’s waited

Believing
Each breath sacred
As the one
Which could be
Last

While never
Knowing fate
If the feeling
Comes
Too frequent

Where nerves
And passing answers
Give us solace
Through their
Test

Grateful
We have danced
And perhaps
Have even
Said this

How words
Lose reservations
On nights
We choose
To share.

– J. Pigno