Heretic Bard. Poem by Sara Iglesias

Candid as the sun

Shiny like the moon

Everything for thee

Soft hair, threads of silk

that tuck thyself in

Smooth and splendid like a spring´s breeze

Having it next to me is my deed

I yearn for your immaculate feel.

Fair skin with a sweet distant imprint

Cheeks of roses and tulips

A radiant iris

which travels to whimsical spots.

A shade of crimson in thy cheeks

That the flame of desire softly caresses

The lightness of thy character like the wind flies

Artic pupils, feral for longing

Which shield entrusted secrets.

The gracious look of thy neck,

as wine, lust slips through.

Worthy of merry and grace

Expectant, will I become to your glimpse

Stealing time and hope

The flame that my anguish grows.