I learned how it is to feel alive

In dim chambers

A wet body, closeness

Warm thighs, tousled hair



Loving hands,

Caring words.

Our footsteps in the snow

Faded



I know how it is to feel alive



Hollow wishes

concrete souls.

Sensation o luminescence

artificial and cold



The empty shining

is my light.

The cold air in my lungs

is my dirty warmth.



Someone is the scape.

You were mine.