Living in the mist of your fragrance,
Today, tomorrow, tonight.
As the curtains of passion,
Fall upon a dishevelled night
Dancing to the symphonies of your breath
The artist in me comes to life
Forsaking the gazillion gaze
Of the awkward morning daylight.
I was sitting near my table
ReplyDeleteamong my flowers,reading
the bitter and melancholy book
of the poet who knows my dreams.
She came to me silently
and said,
If the poems please you more than my lips
I will never give you another kiss.
Jimenez