....
cherish every night yet to dawn, and a corner
memory,
is your oblivion.
Nostalgia of the smell,
wishes of a feel ...
remains to fill both ...
With a thousand ways to be, how difficult is
fetch when all the lights go out ...
take your hand,
slide down your neck, back ...
kiss without notice.
The water is frozen,
warm tears.
when it insinuates,
to having you so, you could live
...
....
