quinta-feira, 11 de agosto de 2016


He stood in the darkness
silent and quiet
enjoying each touch
each whisper
each look.

At his side
two stunning green bright eyes
were calling him
begging him to keep on.

And so he did
enlightening the bedroom
with his smile
while gave himself to those green eyes.

Thar room was their world
and in their world,
even most words
were meaningless.

Poetry was written
by their bodies
and their skin
were canvas for the sweetest paintings.
Darkness was their only witness
because daylight would certainly blush
with their surrender.

©Graça Costa