A timeless sky- song sings to the river.
The river carries it to you.
Your mouth calligraphies cinamon-kisses
All over the my body with the lyrics.
The song runs meliodiously deeper- a new river born.
Your feminity wet on my skin
Murders every solitude i 've ever known.
Showing posts with label Love; Cinamon kisses; Tenderness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love; Cinamon kisses; Tenderness. Show all posts
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Saturday, December 22, 2007
A poem full of love while the gardern lay wet with flowers
A lantern in hand-- i open the doors
Nightflowers and lotuses are scenting the wind
The courtyard is wet with the rain
Red and yellow hibiscus sways in the gardern.
The bougainvilla creeps on the walls
Let this night pass and reveal to you
what spreads upon the skies of my heart
Be free to take; indulge then-- into its sacramental lights .
Much is the splendour of love .
The joy -river runs through the meadows of life
and everything surrenders to peace.
At such moments
I welcome you to touch my lips
I welcome you to explore a kiss
I welcome you to fill me in your body and soul .
Oil lamps burns by the windows
The mango grooves glissens in the moonlight
Jasmines fall
one by one besides the footsteps of the gardern.
Let your cinamon breath and dampened lips clothe my night with tenderness.
Nightflowers and lotuses are scenting the wind
The courtyard is wet with the rain
Red and yellow hibiscus sways in the gardern.
The bougainvilla creeps on the walls
Let this night pass and reveal to you
what spreads upon the skies of my heart
Be free to take; indulge then-- into its sacramental lights .
Much is the splendour of love .
The joy -river runs through the meadows of life
and everything surrenders to peace.
At such moments
I welcome you to touch my lips
I welcome you to explore a kiss
I welcome you to fill me in your body and soul .
Oil lamps burns by the windows
The mango grooves glissens in the moonlight
Jasmines fall
one by one besides the footsteps of the gardern.
Let your cinamon breath and dampened lips clothe my night with tenderness.
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