quarta-feira, 14 de dezembro de 2016

WAITING

The sea breeze whispered me your name.
I blushed like a vestal untouched.

Remembered your last words
a long time ago :
I’ll be back , you said
I’ll be back to your embrace
and I’ll fill your body with the scent of my windy lips.

Since then
the wind has been my silent lover
my friend
the witness of this unfulfilled pain.

Still…
I keep waiting
and tonight  the sea breeze whispered me your name
and so I wait …
the waiting is bittersweet
as a strawberry in early spring.

Nevertheless …
I smile.
  

©Graça Costa
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