WAITING

The sea breeze whispered me your name.

I blushed like a vestal untouched.

Remembered your last words

a long time ago :

I’ll be back , you said

I’ll be back to your embrace

and I’ll fill your body with the scent of my windy lips.

Since then

the wind has been my silent lover

my friend

the witness of this unfulfilled pain.

Still…

I keep waiting

and tonight  the sea breeze whispered me your name

and so I wait …

the waiting is bittersweet

as a strawberry in early spring.

Nevertheless …

I smile.

  

©Graça Costa

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