gigi

tu es mi alma

toda ves

no me caben en tu cama

vas a decir nada

sobre mi falta

Lo siento

En tu falta

Que linda

Que cara

No sale

Por nada

Eres algo

Rara

Como te ama

Como te ama

Como te amo

Somos muy rara

No one would have to know

I sit here, indulging against myself

against my precious self

to visit a place that only my mind's eye can touch.

so i touch it, i'll poke, tease, caress, strike, punch, i- gently graze my calloused fingers over it. The memory. The essence of the memory. You can only think of one thing at a time. You are only offered a glimpse. A gap that will exist as long as you look at it. The real thing, the real thing is real though. The scent, and hands like sandpaper and, the kiss that is wet.