During these hot nights, I remember Your fervent vibrations warming up the cold bed These fingers I use to wipe off the sweat on my brow are the same ones that sifted through your skin; your skin like sand against my hands shifted, molded with every knead With every need Each grain fitting perfectly with the gratings of my fingerprints I lick my chapped lips in thirst The same lips I used to kiss the curve of your waist; a long shoreline My teeth and tongue are grateful to have walked its path During these dry nights, only memories of you make me feel as full as the sea Engulfing, intruding Though through your pink pebbles, I am but the wave you allowed to crash on your beach; swelling, pulling back, always returning Wiping away the footprints of those who left During these feverish nights, I indulge in nostalgia My crests and troughs try to reach farther than the currents take me but my droplets only rain on memories; The sun has met the ocean scattering orange and red hues on my tranquil waters I see one last flash of you in my mind's eye My murky brain zoning in on your fingers Those fingers that have known me, waving from the shore As I surge into you, one last time
