at the curve where the afternoon screams in pain
and the night calls affection
sung by our naked bodies.
with the hunger of tired days
and the thirst of my skin in your mouth.
for the night lights up your footsteps
and guides you to this body made bed
to welcome you.
that time runs fast
and like a cascade on a stormy day
my body shakes by the simple feeling of your arrival,
the skin shines
and the look sings ...
ecstatic hymns in broad daylight.
© Graça Costa
photo - me...