A SLOW DANCE

On my skin lay affections I can’t explain

and in the look, eyes I've not yet seen

but which presence I feel.

In my sleep I ear soft sounds from far lands.

Sweet sounds

velvety and with the smoothest of kisses.

In those days I imagine you playing for me,

me playing for you

and for the deepest corner of feeling

a slow dance erupts  from our bodies.

My heart feels your arrival.

My skin hungers for your touch

but I've learned to hold on.

Expectations lost in the wind

caress my body,

and I'm sure this music its you

thinking about me

dreaming about us.

©Graça Costa

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