Your touch arrives gently

in the first hours of light.

A near-imperceptible warmth

resting at the edge of the eyelashes.

Flares.

A new day entering the stage.

Gradually, your presence overtakes me.

First the forehead.

Then the chest.

Then the lower limbs.

Space begins to shift.

Geometries divide the room.

Your embrace, warm and exacting,

passes through the epidermis.

I let myself be crossed by it.