Chills

Nothing,
of what you see from this window,
silence...
 
Ache
like a cloak
falls asleep
over the roofs of rough fingers...

Frozen.
oblivion and wind
shutting up in the eyes.

These memorable lips
and those insatiable juices...
My desire and your thunder.

Word cloud to lose you.
I do not know if it's true
and I do not know
if it's because
I want your taste in my teeth.

Let me kiss you like that
with the sleep of lost dawns
and a black autumn sky.

So I take action
and grab you at the first corner
from this dead end street
or I die
without an echo of existence...

With the grandeur
of my insignificance...

PAR