Punctual
as an obsession
the dialogue starts.
Swelling sweat streams
raised by
-not even replied-
arguments
are unleashing unsuspected
energy.
Salty sweat.
Sticky skin.
Rubberized thoughts out of leaking pores
flooding the sheets with unchained power.
As a volcano the body gasps for air
- floats for a second -
and falls crawling
back in the blubbering pool.
Pillows are turned for dry cool sense.
Anxiously the body waits
the decision of the mind
for a new round
dialogue of the deaf
or a restless wake till
dawn.
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