November

The dark silhouette of May.

Quietness under the skies,

chilly.

Smell of mould in the forests,

somber.

The dusky alley.

The colors fading,

and leaves.

Caresses forgotten,

in an eyblink.

But only the dying

will live

forever and ever.

And lovers will love

once again.

Novemberest dream.

Fiery kiss

in the frostness.

The breathing of glowing lips,

trembles.

Warm palms,

warm in each other,

freezing journey.

The mildness of sounds

in the middle of the desert.

November 2010.