Hush in a grey winter.

love, is the hush in a grey winter.

He touched these ashen lips
before they sounded.
Before they sounded,
three words that would shatter this rimy bleak.

We give, only the same we asked-
an evanescent warmth
between two chiaroscuro skins.
Between two chiaroscuro skins
we ask, only the same we gave.

I long not the monochrome
beyond his black-
where I left no shoes.
Where I left no shoes,
on the rose red steps.


Ps: In writing we play roles, so, dont characterize the 'he', it might be an imaginary one.
It's not an imagery advocacy of high-risk behaviors... Written during my times of lost as well, was trying to depict the hollow emptiness through 'an evanescent romance'.