Transoceanica

I'm on this transoceanic flight
listening to your melancholic verses,
letting the sound of your voice
bring you, like this,
in the most energetic way.

You gave me your sleeping pills,
you gave me your synthetic oracle,
a strange method
to drown the thirst, here,
far from your tear.

And one doesn't remember
to what extent
they were born for this,
nor all the love
they can have
access to.

Nothing seems to turn the page
to this longing,
everything but languid.
What's the logic of your
magnificent mouth
opening up to me?

Give me calm and give me vertigo,
come fill my few lucid hours,
a strange method
to drown the thirst, here,
far from your tear.