by your absence
my river of abundance
is slowly running dry
due to a lack of your rain
from high tide moments
to evaporated sparks of passion
your skin
fades into darkness
flavored by the taste of sultry nights
all my existences
and your interstitium blues
vacuums all time and space
defining
me from you
by now
to me
it is anatomically proved
that I have loved all of your colors
your brown
your black
your interstitium blue
no other skin
could have touched mine
and all of my
hidden and forbidden
space fields behind
more than you