none.

I try to recollect
The way your sweat amused my fingertips.
The way your face enthralled my eyes.
With features like an ancient sculpture,
Warm in the Mediterranean sun.

The candlelight, our sunlight.
Our limbs, retired ruins,
Basking in the comforting amber glow.

Rogelio de Egusquiza – Tristan and Isolde.