LIKE IN FAYRY TALES

One of these nights I dreamt

I was a littles autumn leave

carried away by the evening breeze.

Sometimes, the spotlight of weariness slows its senses

and the little leaf rests in some little corner of a little cozy garden.

By morning,

the mist whispers its name

and the travel begins again with no destiny.

Until one day,

so tired she was

that tears began to fall from its stalk.

You were passing by

and one sweet round salty tear

fell straight on your lips.

A shiver covered your body

and you stopped, unable to walk.

Seconds later

the little leaf touched your face

and as by magic

you caressed it.

The leaf became a hug,

the hug became a kiss

and the kiss became

the beginning of a new life.

I waked up

and you were right there next to me

and in my nakedness I found dewdrops.

My face enlightened

I wrapped myself in your heat

and let the magic paint my senses with shades of passion.

©Graça Costa

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