miércoles, 3 de septiembre de 2014

The Red Room



Last night I dreamed about you
in the red room
with the red walls
seated on the old red armchair
and you were talking to me
but I could not listen any word
I saw your wolfish eyes
that predatory look on me
whispering to me
and that's what I heard
the oncoming storm of your voice
the insurmountable truth of your soul 
but no words on your beautiful mouth
Last night I dreamed about you
and you're smiling
Last night I dreamed about you
and damn, you looked like thunder
Last night I dreamed about you
in the red room
with the red walls
seated on the old red armchair
and then, I knew.