EPHEMERAL

Ephemeral your smell on my skin.

Ephemeral our kissess

our touches,

our looks

Ephemeral the whispered words

and the caresses,

at sunset by the sea

or under the stars at the top of the mountain.

Ephemeral our melting bodies at nightfall.

Ephemeral ... our the days and nights together,

but eternal in my mind…

Safe box of the sweet memories

that life is made of.

©Graça Costa

                                                                  Karin Johannesson