My love i
need to rest,
but rest is
an extension of your smile,
a mixture
of your lips in my skin and your arms around my neck.
My love I
need to sleep
but sleep
are nightmares without your shoulder as a soft tender pillow.
My love…
ask for my
autumn leaves dress so full of memories.
See how
each one of them have a story to tell
and a smell
of honey inside each letter.
Let me go …
to those
far horizons
where the
feelings have no name
and
language is the softness of the skin,
the bright
shine of the eyes
and the
purchase of passion in every breath.
My love…let
me go
but please
lead the way.
Once we
arrive
i will feed
you with my autumn leaves dress,
till my
nudity explodes in your arms.
Then I’ll be
complete
and I can
rest.
©Graça
Costa
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