When the nightmare’s shining
lucidly above our heads
and it’s impossible to
close our eyes and sleep
I’m gonna breathe through your mouth
the tastes of fear and love
… so sweet,
the tastes of insecurity!
Our nakedness spread out
against each other
and the soft moans
escaping from our chests
are vainly covering our doubts
each touch a frantic grip
against the risk of drowning
I’m drowning in your arms, my love
and you’re in mine
but would it make a difference, really?
if we weren’t dreaming?