yesterday, at sunset
I somehow forgot the names of things
but it wasn't scary
because I still had
memories
of moving
of dancing
of small, almost-nothing moments
of an early morning
lips touching (tenuto)
and you
so gently on me
and suddenly, all I want
is to slide my face in yours
you to pull my hair just a bit too much
and smile, as we delay a kiss
and -for a moment-
to forget
the names of things
