visitors

you come and visit me by night,
now you know I push you back in the daytime.

first, you,
ghost of time present,
kissing my neck, all of a sudden,
in the darkness of a cinema,
your eyes shining bright,
your eyes that won me over...

and then, you, too,
ghost of time past,
with all your contradictions,
in those blue pyjamas I know so well,
leading me by the hand -
yes, just like that night years ago -
under a tiny bridge, on a stone wall...
never thought of a more romantic spot...
and it is pitch dark,
though nothing is darker
than the two black pearls of your eyes,
just like nothing is brighter
than the flame between our bodies...