The story of a balloon

I declare, affirm, state,
that I need you.
The absence of you turns into nonexistence,
lack, omission
of time, space and conscience.
The mind drifts, floats, navigates away
like a balloon
held by an innocent child
incapable, unable, incompetent to hold it.
You can hold me no longer.
Your arms don't hug,
but they stifle, suffocate and imprison.
Though, I want you.

How could I ignore, brush off, forget
every corner of your body
which I conquered?

Yet you hold me;
Carelessly, incautiously, for no reason
but the pleasure that a child feels
in seeing his balloon drifting, floating, waving after him
so dependently.
I am a forgotten melody of your lips
a balloon buried in the horizon
that you still hold and pull to smoother
your fire;
A lover who loves and desires, and bursts
on the hands of a incautious, careless child.

Bosco