Long after I’m drunk on the taste of various lips, I ask myself why I can never seem to forget the taste of one.If only my lips could stop trembling in someone else’s mouth,like they weren’t the kind of valleysany pilgrim could cross. If only I could stop trying to look for you Among faces… Read more

I think of you now and thenOften between flashing lightsAnd worlds that make me stay;I wonder if you think of meIf you rememberhow I like my coffee bitter. Do you remember? Are you still there,At the place that was only ours?Do you visit it often,Like I doHoping to find another undusted conversation? I miss you,So… Read more