The man on the couch

Oh oh oh

I’m dreaming

Oh oh oh

I’m imagining…

How beautiful it is

to have someone who sitting silently on the couch in the corner of my ‘gallery’

watching me doing my things

writing, painting, dancing, tearing

or even observing me being in my own silence

just let me be

be whatever and be nothing

in that moment of being silently

together

we will be one

nothing can disturb our bliss and our feelings

nothing can separate us

we are just one or less than one

we can be nothing together

how lovely it is

to have him right there in the corner of the room,

silently touching me with his soft eyes

quietly feeding me with his sweetness

slowly showering me with his love

how peaceful it is

to have him right there on the couch in the corner of my world

With his arms always open anytime when I need a refuge, anytime I need a break…

Oh oh oh I really do need a break…

I open my eyes

and noone is there on the couch in the corner of my world

just me and me alone with many pillows

Is it time to wake up?

Is it just a dream?

If it’s just a dream

why my cheeks and my pillows are so wet?

…

Damn damn damn

Phi