kindling my memories
and reawakening deep desires
in my heart,
the very same voice
that quivered with anticipation
over bed sheets consummated
during nights of love making,
and letting ourselves go
to so many overwhelming desires
in the shadow of the night
that peeked timidly from behind the shutters.
I still ache for that voice
that filled my soul with fragments of life,
of your life into mine,
then I let myself go
and what is left now is a gentle sound of time
that whispers those passions
we lived and fulfilled.