naked days

when you are not
I stretch my hands to the sky
a paranoid search for you

and I dream as death dies

rope of sand
love that binds us

this day
a silver fox hiding on your thighs
desperately I try to forget
that there is an end

but are endless illusions
passing through your souls like a spring

we should achieve happiness
or depression

every night you devour my retina
dreams that never stops

sometimes we just tell others loves
emptying the ashtray of cigarettes
smoked half

scared I start to write
frantically I remember
my childhoods like
feeling for the last time
mother's touch

as
autumn scattered on the streets
beneath the waives of leaves
a naked day