My fingers still search that little emptiness
on midnight bed
where once you slept with
your Summer warmth.
Now there lies the other part of me.
Sometimes when the night is windy and the room fills
with fragrance of sea, I lie on the bed
and stare at the moonlight lying naked beside me.
In those nights you will come back
before I close my eyes, I feel you touching me,
my lips uttering love poems of Pablo Neruda
-and then there would be a storm or rain,
but when I wake up in morning
I find my sun burnt dried lips
wet and kissed.