Alone

 
Alone at the discretion of imaginary
languages shared encounters
days
sorrows
passions
They were one body
they carved their scents to the jasmine
of intimate happenings
memory confirms it
Alone at the edge of discreet sheets
to the breeze of balconies
they began confidences
pearly sparkles to the rhythm of
promises
They could never die twice
their silhouettes free of garments
like wet sapphires
bared the nights
Only fleeting stars
lit their lovers' skins