Sweet Kisses On Your Forehead Poem by Hebert Logerie

I was the butterfly that had lain on your forehead,
He who had painted your cheeks with kisses.
Look at the peacocks and the euplectes on the bridge;
They are happy since we still have the summer breeze.

I dreamed swimming with you, in the lake swarming with fish,
And frogs. Love always brings fantasies.
I am the lover, who wanted to spend the rest of his life,
With you, my love, on the platonic waves of the old bridge.

I am the breeze that had refreshed your young and sweet face.
To honor you, I have repeatedly showered, with kisses, your image.
I am the invalid who wishes to see you at least three times a day.

In an imperfect world, one bets on the present which is new.
Look at the aracaris of Beauharnais and the vultures;
They are happy that the eagle has laid a large egg on the ground.


Copyright © August 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.