In the darkness, I think of you, of your arms I will soon feel again. The void around me turns layers and becomes tangible. It is as if the particles of air were rising up along my lines to try and mimic your presence, recreating an illusion of your caresses in your absence.
I am standing on the balcony, leaning against the guardrail. I am looking afar. A sail is fleeing to the horizon. A glass of Bordeaux in my left hand, A brush in the other, I let my passion express itself.
You are the object of my affections The person in this world I most desire The soul around whom I feel most comfortable.