Weekend

My hands forgot to caress your skin

Once in a Sunday daydream.

The side-walk remembers your feet

Twice, the hangover's evening;

Oh! Those bright, bright silk sheets

Over your thighs, the wind blowing my mind.

Another time, sight on the glass...

What happened to those mirrors,

That once, or twice, crowned that sweet smile?

They became lost, my life, such a pity

After all, a kiss started on sunset's light.