quinta-feira, 26 de novembro de 2015


I'm a sea-body
made by your sea hands
painted by your sea lips
and warmth by your sea skin.

When I'm fully dressed up,
the playing around begins.

A kiss here,
a caress there
a long deep whisper along the neck,
until my naked marble skin
begins to sparkle in the dark night,
and you finally melt in me,
like a wave
dying at the shore.

©Graça Costa

                                                          Anna Dittmann