Sweet and serene, the evening

others will sip.

The gleaming sea

is a longing

for lasting caresses,

a placid, black shadow

soaked in dewy petals.

 

Wandering speechless,

with the scent of

breaths and hair embraced,

grown together from childhood,

clinging to the same song.

 

Then you cry and flood me

with eyes of deep joy,

and never

would I wave a hand,

taking me away

forever.

 

01-12-2011