WEARINESS

In your eyes

I can see unwritten poems

that live inside me.

In your hands I can feel

the spell of passion

and the cry for life.

With your touch

dawns are brighter

and nights are warmer.

With your love

words are unneeded.

Read my lips,

drink my skin,

melt in me,

surrender…

surrender,

give me whispers and low moans

cry with extasis

and then,

let weariness catch our naked bodies

and hope sleep finds a shortcut to our haven.

©Graça Costa

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