terça-feira, 9 de maio de 2017

WEARINESS

In your eyes
I can see unwritten poems
that live inside me.

In your hands I can feel
the spell of passion
and the cry for life.

With your touch
dawns are brighter
and nights are warmer.

With your love
words are unneeded.

Read my lips,
drink my skin,
melt in me,
surrender…
surrender,
give me whispers and low moans
cry with extasis
and then,
let weariness catch our naked bodies
and hope sleep finds a shortcut to our haven.


©Graça Costa
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