Et ex memoria decoris abyssi
Like the emerald water, born, shaped and procreated in your fine hair.
That rub against an already extinct space.
Lost, in the macrocosm of the universe.
Like the smallest particles, vanished, in a time already forgotten.
In this stellar dust, our bare feet touch, already marked, in this scar of space.
Broken, disproportionate, unattainable practitioner, reflected in the sapphire of your damp eyes.
Brilliants, thought of the tomorrow, of a farther sunrise, that future, of refreshing breezes like the crystalline ocean, achievable ... but infinite.
Those curves of yours that create and form this path.
Of hopes and misfortunes, this bitter brutality, so harsh, empty, melancholy, destructive and imprisoned, but still, divine.
Even if it's only an ephemeral time, let me feel, admire, appreciate this beauty and energy flow of yours in my arms.
Feel the whisper of your fine little nymph lips, against mine.
May each kiss of yours be like the sweet mead, refreshing and revitalizing of life, in