Memory

snow fell heavily

during last night's sleep;

I was dreaming

'bout your belly

and the sweet shape of your knees.

and so I saw nothing,

hardly anything at all

of that white storm;

I was half-dead sleeping

like a child

who just have been born.

it was the strength

of your remambrance

that sentenced me

to that trance's embrace,

it was the gentleness of

your face

appearing like God's only grace.