Is it poetry
your cashmere skin
under my fingers ?
Is it poetry
your tears of pure
surrender
Velvet pleasure
on a starry night ?
Is it poetry
contemplate the
surface
of your naked body
bathed by the sunset
on the river shore?
Is it poetry
when I touch you
and you stop breathing
just to feel more
deeply
more intensely ?
Is it poetry
those whispers
melting with the
moonlight
while our bodies
merge?
Its poetry
magic, passion or a
sin ?
I really dont care
because love shows
itself in mysterious ways
and I believe
that poetry is that
strange language
of enlightened souls
who see beauty beyond
words.
©Graça Costa
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