terça-feira, 22 de março de 2016


you're melting eyes
struck me like a hurricane.

Feel naked...
felt good
almost if someone
was painting my body with a silky brush.

Your eyes struck me
and I stopped breathing.
Your hands reached me,
and all of became
a brand new spring
flourishing in my skin.

Your eyes became my eyes
my skin,
your skin,
and our passion
a perfume of surrender.

The day turned night,
but in our world
an eternal dawn was the only witness.

©Graça Costa