those are those <br />when we want to make love <br />and yet we <br />do not dare touching each other <br />when our elbows <br />touch and then when our <br />skins start to have <br />shivers <br />like a very cold night <br />that spreads itself on the top <br />of old and shiny <br />wooden floors<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/those-empty-hours/
