Sin Ti

 After being with you...tasting your taste...breathing your breath....listing to your voice...
Why poets...

poems for what?!
Why streets...
going where?
Why the sun...
I don't care if is night...
if it is hot...
Why plum trees...
is there gods?!

What time is it?
It could be winter...blowing
It could be summer...stars
It could be raining...tears
I don't know what to do...

What r songs for...
What r rainbows for...
What r flowers for...
What r lips for...

Doubts...pain...cloudness...deep...
pain...fogness...tears...heart...
bleeding...coldness...water....
painness...loneliness...saidness...

I hear a dog...barking...
I see stars...shining...
I feel depression...kiling
I hear someone...crying...
myself....

I still can smell your skin in the house...
I still thinking of you when I hear a song,,,
I still crying when I see your picture...
I still waiting for you to open the door..
I still seeing you everywhere...

If I could only swallow your saliva again...
If I could only hear your whispers at nite again...
If I could only taste your sweat again ...
If I could only make your heart beat fast again...