WAITING FOR YOU

Slept peacefully

and the wind blew me your name.

At once, the skin came alive.

the look became bright and colorful

and the harbinger of the coming

filled the room.

Slept peacefully

and I did not want to break the magic of waiting.

Closed my eyes ...

filled the time of smells and sounds...

of your laughter

of your perfume.

I hung in the senses the urgency of desire,

on the lips, the hunger,

in the look, the desire

and I waited...

because waiting is tender and sweet

when I'm waiting for you.

©Graça Costa

                                                          Beatrice Boyle