...I have a dream...
DAS # 43
Yielding myself to you.
To your image.
In your recollection...
...when you come...?
I live of an ephemeral recollection
through mixed in my sheets.
I touch your perfume every night
with my imagination...
...and I sit since you evaporate.
I give up myself.
david a. sac, febrero 2011
