With my worn out hands
I hold the delicate flab of your cheek
And remember the good old nights
Self-effacing moon in full view.
Often we glanced at the stars and watched
With childlike delight and searched for their names
Stubborn they nestled together shamelessly.
Gaining inspiration I used to circle
My shoulders around your waist
And ask for a kiss
But this was twelve Decembers ago
Or is it thirteen when we were poor
And hungry and curious
And we had both heard of love?
Now when the nights are not ripe anymore
And the day as if lost in the heat of life
It seems odd and I find it difficult to explain why
There are only circles under your eyes