beginning of June
the night of the fine woven moon
traces of light rays spread across the silvery water
trembling surface like the tremors of our bodies
floating lights
rafts for our dreams
the harmony of night sounds
like a night talk
we fit into it
naked
alone
eager for love
bloomed by the touches
like two water lily buds
we reveal secrets
it is our night of discovery and whispering
hidden from views
naive and innocent, we feel safe
timeless in dreams
shameless in desires
with the warmth of our bodies and the call of consciousness
we slide off the rocks like otters
and swim to the silver trail of the moon
12 luglio 2024
Altri contenuti che potrebbero piacerti
Train at six fifteen
di Nastasimir Franovic
Train at six fifteen
the bottle is empty like a well of wishes
without a single drop or a(…)