Between Skin and Bones

As much as I hate the sun when it rains me with its shine,
I can’t deny the warm I long burning my bones
As it is reminding me of the smell of yours
Hot and slick against my cores 

Not that I’ve ever been drunk

But I could imagine when I do,

I will be full of you

On every thought, on every slur

With visions of your figure in a blur 

You went as fast as the bird flies

Cutting the horizon in two sides

One with a rainbow after drops of my cries,

The other one is dark resembling your eyes 

Most of the time I spent alone

Or even when people are around

Still I am longing for your short thick voice

Even after you have made your own choice

This night couldn’t be any colder

As I can feel my skin burned and sore