Dating : Few light

A meteor shower,
cross the sky.

Your lips,
they have the same roundness of the hills.
The reflex of our faces,
illuminated by the moon.

When the mind decides, the body do.
My mind
and my heart,
they want your lips.

Then,
the memories arrive.

The memories
they are like the desire to drink water,
when needed, it cannot be withheld.
The brain cannot hinder,
the desire, that the body has
to drink water.

Memories are identical to water,
when they come to the surface,
the brain don’t stop to remembering.

The heart don’t stop to remembering.