CHIMAERA ON THE TERRACE

The sun warms my body
as if I was embraced with you.
Inhale the scent of tuberose
as if I was smelling your skin.
The sweet breeze caresses my cheeks
as if they touch on yours.
My lips quiver in the sun
as if they were kissing you.
But it's just a dream

Affi, 10 ottobre 2016