ďëë
how many hours without you?
none-
what do you look forward to in the morning
in the day
afternoon
night…
quasicinis:
Stealing kisses on your moist skin
dëë
he came softly to the recesses of your memory
lips resting on a shoulder
reminder of a longing
never satiating
never completing
oscillating between the past and the future
of that which could not
be
april 2020