Coach Store Letter Can't Buy

yours is the light between my warm memories

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remember those days when silence was a cry for love. I remember nothing solitary

streets and between two people who were
by mere chance, men and women, or maybe
boy and girl caught in the middle
trance live.
remember those days, smiling,
your hair in the wind above the cliff, I remember the laughter
sad goodbye, confident
festive paper, the momentum
am sharp on Sunday.
I remember at the station lost the wagon loaded
desires, so wet
the platform, so many rumors passenger
unknowns, scarves
banal writing the story. I remember every breath
involuntary

each lightning through our anatomy
light caress of the tongue, mild clamor of stars,
sudden sleepiness after furtive passion,
remember, sharp knife
blind to the precipice,
a jump in vacuum kiss, hope
filling the horizon of my days on earth.

Oh, yes, I remember,
yellow image, love, love ...