as if I were smooth wine from the sacred fountain of life.
Sip it,
with the joy of the moment
so long in coming,
and with the tenderness of a tomorrow that may not ever arrive.
Feel me...
listen the voice of your body
and the whisper of your soul.
Look at me,
and slowly contemplate the ecstasy of dawn,
in this body made spring
in your hands.
©Graça Costa
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