Gardener of
my body
feed me...
the thirst
is killing my being
and the
absence of you tortures my skin.
Dont know
if its day or night
or even if
its cold or warm
but I bless
the rain I sense in the horizon
and pray
you feel it too.
Gardener of
my body
feed me...
run
throughout the landscape
and solte
the rain for me.
Bring it
safely in your lips,
and then...
slowly,
as in a
caress,
dive into
my body
made sea
only to
shelter our passion.
Gardener of
my body
please...
feed me.
©Graça Costa
Sem comentários:
Enviar um comentário