A LITTLE PIECE OF HEAVEN

I taste a little piece of heaven

each time your lips travel around my skin.

I taste a little piece of heaven

each time you touch me

and my body becomes a violin,

a piano,

a full orchestra,

or only a whisper

lost in the room.

I taste a little piece of heaven

each time I close my eyes

and let my soul fly

throughout the warmth of your embrace.

Our love is heaven in slices,

an open book with empty sheets

for us to draw,

all new world to discover.

All we have to do is believe

that soulmates ate meant to be

and that miracles need to be fed

to keep on sparkling.

©Graça Costa

                                                              Helena Wierzbicki