A Kiss, From the Sky
O faultless sky, with your pillows of dreams
and eyes that blink from mountains to seas,
with your breath swallowing the sweet wines
of land-
ah, today I could
have danced, with the wind; tickled the humor-
less soul, with so much lust, but my time
was lost,
staring at you. No regret, at all. The lives of
yesterday, there were ups and downs, for
sorrow and pain burst
in paroxysm of rage. I felt it, alone
just a child, un-intently, listened to the shriek
of exploding car’s tire, yet the touches of
your hand, gently, rippling
my passion as I laid myself on this field of lush,
‘neath this olive tree, moved my spirits. Surely,
no one will ever know the remnants of your kiss,
except me, who slept with you on a luscious day.
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