ALMOST A PRAYER

Blessed the hands

who dried my tears.

Blessed that soft touch

that calms my sadness.

Blessed that angels voice

almost music, almost whisper.

Blessed the kiss,

the gentle touch of the lips,

the sweet caress

that made my blood sing,

the breath whispering,

the senseless words.

Blessed the day

our eyes crossed.

Blessed that magic fragment of time

our hearts stopped

and our skin burned of desire and mute pleasure.

Blessed that day and all the days since then,

and bless also

all the nights,

yet to come.

©Graça Costa

                                                     Yuriy Ibragimov