Farewell with love, my friend.

Well then, heartbreak again.
What is it about people like us,
why do we make a habit out of pain?

I am sitting in a cocktail bar
with a drink in my hand.
writing this and thinking
about all the times I've been in love.

Dear lover, you brought music into my life.
Before you the Oceans were silent,
I could not hear the Sky.

Now my veins tingle and itch
with the addiction of your lips.
I hunger for the echoes of the lyrics
of a kiss.

We met in the desert under the endless stars.
We filled the caves with whispers
and the drunker touching of tongues.

We made love in the Mountains.
Wind-wrapped, dust-drenched and sun-soaked.
With forest and fire eyes
we loved colour into the celibacy of those hills.

Those hills, which lie like shipwrecks
on the shores of the sky.
Remembering us.

It felt like, just for a moment, you taught me the mathematics of your soul.

Dear lover, you have the greenest eyes.
I would need to explore the deepest caves and
the darkest woods and the most secret hidden places
to find a word to fit of the mystery of those eyes.