Blank space

This empty space

.

.

.

.

of lost words

has been written with the sound

of my tears

crying in your eyes.

In your knee

I leave a kiss
softly
at the top of your knee

I drag your leg
slowly
with a trail of saliva

I dress your body
gently
with the taste of my fingers

The sheets untidly
battle
with the storm of my body

I crawl again to your
knee
to apart your legs

I let my mouth
starving
follow their desire.

To be

To be drops
of water
in your hair
of sweat
in your body
of tears
in your face

To be thirsty
for you