Sweet, you look like a woman, with dew
your mouth happy,
like a glove, your body, worn.
Bella, how can he be a lover,
with a smile so tender,
by covering it with kisses and attention.
Forte, who knows how to give love without asking anything
;
like someone who has and knows the life.
Darling, how can it be a friend;
as unique as our fragile
encounters of stars marine and coral, in the arms of the sea.
Avert, and leave, this is our breath,
wave and undertow, which renews the beach;
bay of an infinite sweetness, before a wider sea.
As castaway, cradled in your waves, I slept,
my head, rolling dunes, he is at rest
and my belly, in the shoreline, the dock.
Pure emotion, sun and water,
'll come meet you relief and apportionment:
me and my poor things to look for the infinite.
0 comments:
Post a Comment