I slowly forget you.
Without forgetting.
But with every pulse, you are getting away.
And it was so hot ...
with a smell of love, a thirsty tenderness,
with scars on the lips of night touch ...
with the breath of stellar.
Now I'm ... just a shadow,
lashes that fall
slower than the melting of the ice,
sadder than goodbye,
quieter than the embers, ...
with a droplet of affection,
gently stroked in anticipation ...
Will you touch me?
Goodbye and Kisses ...