I learned how it is to feel alive
 In dim chambers
 A wet body, closeness
 Warm thighs, tousled hair
 
 Loving hands,
 Caring words.
 Our footsteps in the snow
 Faded
 
 I know how it is to feel alive
 
 Hollow wishes
 concrete souls.
 Sensation o luminescence
 artificial and cold
 
 The empty shining
 is my light.
 The cold air in my lungs
 is my dirty warmth.
 
 Someone is the scape.
 You were mine.