Put me on a chain. Or in a cage. There's no holding me back. This taste is maddening. This desire is torn to freedom. The desire to weave fingers, look into the eyes. Next to her, I'm a puppy, not the ruler of the world. I go back to where the white wings are folded on a large blanket. Quiet breathing can be heard in the mountain of pillows.
I'll lie down on the floor so as not to disturb her. And I will admire the vaults of the hall of our monastery for a long time in the dark.
Don't deprive me of this moment. Do not wake the sleeper. If you truly wish a good night every day. I want to sleep on this floor. I want to admire these vaults and listen to the quiet breathing. I want this silence.
Just for a moment.
Is that so much?