A cold, a flu: may happen
I'm in bed, cocooned in myself
a clammy pupa
above all, I suffer

of desire, inexplicably
much more ardently I want to feel
your body, a blazing lust
of life for which I am too ill

Of course, my head lies open, naked
is my throat, scraped
by sneezing viruses
my lips are dry and burn

desirously for you
do love me, enjoy
my warmth
now I'm being reborn