Even a mere whisper from you keeps me awake,
illuminates my darkness like a candle in the moonlight.
But the thought of your name alone,
puts me isolated into ignorance.
Is it really love or just an imaginary scream
for warmth and the halo of your perfect smile?
The desire for your lips makes me tremble,
the wish for your love curses me.
A dance under the clear nightsky,
hand in hand and heart in heart.
Your breath freezes my movement, your tenderness destroys me.
But still I am so certain,
that this is not love.
Photograph (Summer ’11) & Writing (November ’12) by Lisa Marina.