Contribution by: anonymous

The sweetest taste, the smoothest skin

although your hand, intangible,

your hair shines such a bright gold.

I crave that which I cannot remember nor forget, 

and the tears that well behind my eyes

fall for someone that I don’t know yet.

I saw you last night in the split moment

between being awake and being asleep

and I hope to see you again tonight as well,

I don’t understand why you exist this way;

a flickering light, illuminating the shadows

only to disappear the moment I look to your face.

What sweet sorrow