Sleepwalker (to M. B.)

I slept waiting but calm
rocked by your smile,
and the words that you would come,
next time? for sure!

and I dreamt of many things,
they were all happy,
under the horizon of your mouth,
caressed by your teeth

and I almost wished forever
to lie down on this tongue,
to be kept by your word,
always suspended on your breath

even if you swallowed me up,
and perhaps you already did,
what was this cave,
the whirlpool that preceded it?

next time for sure!
which was dark, and silent,
but only a cold came from the window,
and the sheets of my bed all felt apart

was it now,
or was now it too late?
I couldn’t figure out,
I was dreaming I was awake

I woke sleeping but anxious,
as if you had just bitten your tongue,
next to a smile a smirk,
and every word just polite

rock me, rock me, please
only then can I happily dream or wake,
promise always one more next time,
let it never be too late!