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