Oblivion

I take a familiar sip from an amber coffee, it tastes the same as your skin once did. Out the window, a tender sea gets kissed by our sweet oblivion’s rain. And me… and me.

Upon this blue horizon, a godly sun is about to set, sings an intricate sonata and sinks its roots under the cherry breeze. In me… in me.

Radical moments that come from a dream, they love and pray to thee: ¡Oh, my beloved, rush the pace home, come back!. To me… to me.

E.S.