second poem of 6th of August

I came back home late tonight

Hungry of you

I looked at the kitchen table

The remaining of our familiarity 

We use to drink coffee that morning 

And speak about God and the world

Picture of our souls after a love night

I’m using your glass

As a beautiful precious goblet

I sense you everywhere

We taste like red berries

The orgasmic sip of you and me 

Don’t let yourself lose that taste.