This season is long gone
in a white November settled
under a first kiss shiver
we would let the threads of snow caress us
they would inoculate eternity inside us
of a time that was so many other times
that is to come no more
my hands sprouted on your breasts
drop of an instant
in the tear then
in the tear now
your hair smelled like white naked season
I would get lost in it praying to the skies
to stay like this
forever lost
in a time that was so many other times
that is to come no more