WITHIN THE STORM

Lets make love as the tempest sings

and may the taste of our kisses fly
in the wings of dawn
throughout the day.

Lets play with time

dance with the playing song
of the rain against the window
as your fingers burn my skin
and your lips swallow my being.

Lets be poetry writers with no words

and as the tempest sings
may the silence of our bodies melting  in one another
with no guilt
and no worries
be the perfect portrait of peace
within the storm of life.

 ©Graça Costa

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