In February. Reverie Poem by rosalinda flores rosevoc

There is a point in your life when love becomes a summon
The surge of love affairs
When you have to choose
Between two, three or four lovers -
To love or not to love
To continue or to leave.
Touching of hands, there is romance.
That fearless gaze
That longing for the other
Your heart in a chase.
First times, a revelation
In the kitchen
In the car park
In front of a Shrine
Or beside the lake.
Rousing as initiation, compels blood
Agitated breasts, whispers of air
Fiery moments of passion.
What happens in the South stays in the South
Nothing measures to love
In these moments of truth;
Thee forever
In a sanctum of grace
In this eternity, you are mine.
/rosevoc
5: 19PM 2.5.2023