Love letters / Scrisori de dragoste

Sleeping muse

My sweetheart is sleeping. I creep into her dreams  
at night,
when she curls up and my desperations unlock her legs.
Of course I imagine we shall be alone in our dream,
and only the snake of red apples will be between us.
That is why I imagine myself unlocking your legs,
waking up in the morning, your breasts in my hands,
and the apples – still untouched – fallen from above…

My sweetheart is sleeping. I creep into her dreams,
my desperations unlock her legs.
Yes, I move, unawares, from one world into another,
I don’t even know if I am in the world of illusions,  
or maybe in your arms, at night,
when the moon breaks into thousands pieces  
against your breasts.

My sweetheart is sleeping.  
She is curling up like a foetus in her dream,
and I only think of my birth, this very morning,
when she begets me in her sleep…