moment

Only your eyes, undressing me
For me what I thought that I am,
They found me- the one
That I've never met before,
But that I always dreamed of.

The words flow
Like the oblivion's honey
On your lips-
But the one that I am
No longer understands
Any word.

Sip from my lips
Your name became
Word of prayer.
And if you're still thirsty,
Quench your thirst
At my heart's spring-
Its water has the taste
Of remembering
Of who you are.