Sweeter is
the night when I hold you in my arms.
Peaceful,
the skin
mumbles melodies from distant lands
where
passion flutters in wild fields
as the bird
of spring.
Sweet touch
of your fingers
and the hot
wet texture of your lips
running
through my body like tides.
Come sweet
night ...
Come
witness the magic of these bodies made water
by loving
one another for so long.
See how
they melt,
and how
they glide at night
mingling
with the sea air and the stars in the sky.
Hear their
moan,
and
please...
ask the
dawn that rises
the miracle
of rebirth
just to see
them once again.
©Graça Costa
by Irina Karkabi
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