It started with a link.
A long-distance call
from the deep corners of our desire.
Your words unveiled my soul,
stripping me 
 — consciously -
layer by layer,
trespassing all my superficial senses…

With a long and continuous shred
we made the weaving of our feelings,
spreading it beyond our eyes
could foresee…

It was love at first sight
through the vast windows of our spirits,
though looking behind a narrow screen…

Screaming thoughts…

Wishful thinking…

But your deep voice cradled me to dream.

So I dream tonight,
looking through my window pane
- attached to this constricted web –
until the day you’ll come
(filling my life with all your innumerous meanings)
to rewire our endless connection.

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