Fear

The love letter

for the lost
and found
For the forgotten
and hurt
The death sentence
of the smiling sun
For all of us
who ache and dance
and laugh and stand
all alone
All those times
you've been not around.
Come to me
do not fear
the south west wind
do not fear
the tickling of the rain
the bitterness of the first morning sip
Do not fear
the touch of his eyes
on your naked lips
Do not fear
the unbearable sensation
of his pressing.
His limbs inside
the hair, the breath, the wet
of the tongue
passing by your neck
Who else
if not me
would only understand?
Do not fear
my dear,
I'll be always here,
if not alive
but dead
shall I be
I will always
be there for you.