and the wind blew me your name.
At once, the skin came alive.
the look became bright and colorful
and the harbinger of the coming
filled the room.
and I did not want to break the magic of waiting.
Closed my eyes ...
filled the time of smells and sounds...
of your laughter
of your perfume.
I hung in the senses the urgency of desire,
on the lips, the hunger,
in the look, the desire
and I waited...
because waiting is tender and sweet
when I'm waiting for you.