Love Is An Action Of Despair Poem by George Tzouvaras

The time that shapes disappear
and the waves of your love overflows the room

The time when your eyes looks like Madonna’s
and your gentle touch caress my body

The time that your lips greedily taste me
and you body shakes from pleasure

The time when day goes away and the nightfall comes
with the form of one more lost chance for our journey

The time which sorrow descends in the room
as hurriedly you should be dressed

The time were surreptitiously you’ ll kiss me
and look at me for last time till next comes

The time when you will become a long distant shadow
like everyone else;

This time were only your scent floats in the room
reminding me of your previous presence

This time i perish in the despair of my love.