I understand him so well, 

that I have the feeling of fusion.
I understand each of his steps, 

gestures and smiles.
His guilt I accept as mine.
I’ve always been worthy of his presence. 

His desires are mine too,
already entrusted
to his knowledge of life.
We are good towards the birds.
Rich with thoughts arc our confidences.
Telepathically disposed even when we make love…
But if sometimes I get tired of this identity,
the reason is not that I’m unable 

to hide anything from him,
but to look on this synchron from afar- 

as if an observer, who could easily see
any delusions and errors between us…