The Taste

There are many things that I have forgotten, some got lost because I didn’t use them often enough, some I forgot due to necessity. 

I miss the taste of your lips, I would like to have it present again but I just can’t  remember how it was. when you speak to me I can not hear every word, I am busy observing how your lips move, trying to translate all this movements into a memory.

I want to believe that those lips when they kiss taste like the sun on your face early on a cold morning.