When you're not

The night goes away remembering your moons, remembering every star moving in that sky and I was lying face up in my bed with my eyes closed and I could still see you. The memory of that time that I never saw you, now was drawn on me, illuminated by that million lamps and lights, of that hundred moons that you had on your skin and that nebula that opened with your mouth... You were absent and yet I felt you touching me without touching me, you kissed me every night without even trying me. The ultimate delirium, the most sublime pleasure