Ecco una poesia che mi è venuta in mente ammirando un quadro bellissimo e inquietante di Henry Fuseli (The Nightmare,1781)

Baci baci!

THE VISITING LOVER

How could you come to me

at night, when I'm asleep?

How could you come to me

to fool me 'nd make me weep?

Your arms are just of steam,

they could not comfort me.

Your lips are just a dream,

they could never kiss me.

I pray you: go away!

Don't cause me such a dread.

I love you, I used to say,

yet now, alas, you're dead!