from the shutters of the windows
light peeps in
like fingers creeping
on the naked body
of the woman who made
love with me
last night
my eyes open and welcomes
another memory of the night
for the day
bouquets of memories of the mind
offerings for the sun
joyous and vibrant
we kiss again
as we dress our bodies
on a promise that everything
shall be kept
secret.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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