domingo, 22 de maio de 2016


 Is it poetry
your cashmere skin
under my fingers ?

Is it poetry
your tears of pure surrender
Velvet pleasure
on a starry night ?

Is it poetry
contemplate the surface
of your naked body
bathed by the sunset
on the river shore?

Is it poetry
when I touch you
and you stop breathing
just to feel more deeply
more intensely ?

Is it poetry
those whispers
melting with the moonlight
while our bodies merge?

Its poetry
magic, passion or a sin ?

I really dont care
because love shows itself in mysterious ways
and I believe
that poetry is that strange language
of enlightened souls
who see beauty beyond words.

©Graça Costa