As a sad goodbye song, my skin sings a simple refrain, low echoes,  begging for your touch, strumming on my pores like a wanderer without direction; come, travel on my curves, drink from my pleasure.

How can I appease the desires of my flesh? The desire that ails me, a hunger that has no end, the thirst for staying alive, the meeting of tired mouths eating themselves to satiate the most intimate secrets, the insane gluttony to swallow life in its fullness; the love that satisfies the soul.

The rhythmic prose sung by the voices of troubadours lost in love, just like them, I go on, lost in time, in hours, in my particular infinite, seeking you to all the corners of my mind, forgetting what is unforgettable.

Don’t you know how many nights I looked for you on those streets where I walked? How many dreams did I dream? How many songs did I sing? How many foolish poems did I write with your name? Crude, with no rhymes, I just poured myself naked shamelessly on the paper, who knows you could hear my pleas, the devastation of my body taken by the fever of us.

There was not more desire, the agony of the kiss did not satisfy anymore — we remained in silence, inside of ourselves, waiting for the last goodbye — how we could understand the mysteries of the skin memories, it is still hammering and hurting, even when we know it will not work out anymore.

The body complains, the soul aches and the longing is the last bitter drink, but my skin yearns for the feverish touch of passion that once was the food that kept me alive … artificial paradises of my reveries …  I am going to leave to promised city, getting a way to have a living for you to like me… my silly verses, for you to like me… ♥