Like a raging gale, 

sunset burns me up when memories  

cast me into the subconscious of pleasure

 

Fire embraces me, 

the sky of your kisses flash on my lips;

chained by the smell of your breath

and it is not possible to caress you with my hands

 

Tie me to your heartbeat, 

to sin, until I am hypnotized by passion

 

Alas, grant me at least the dry leaves of your fingers

or some fragment of yesterday!

 

©Noris Roberts