Gengis Capote

(October,27,1968 / Havana, Cuba)

Adriana


Adriana
There is no kiss
to ever compare
nay embrace I will partake
completing me as you do.

My care and desire
wills the day
to bestow your life with happiness.
Is eternal love I feel for you.

You which I dreamed a thousand times before
since conscious thoughts deliver your image to my mind.
You which I carry subconsciously in dreams and desires,
always faithfully in love awaiting your arrival.

We broken down all inhibitions
thus becoming closer than identical twins
my sentence you finish owing me another drink
thus I pour into my favorite cup to bream-
offering you another endless drink.
I love you darling.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 01, 2010
Edited: Friday, March 30, 2012

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