Love, hide me in your breast.
No one is looking.
Don't even let the perfume of air
come between us,
one breath from the past
that could stir painful remembrance:
now that sky is ours,
I want to forget all earthly care.
Star of those who have lost the way,
rain down your light on me,
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love