Soul Love

I love you like the silvery veins of the moon
The clusters of palms in the vagrant desert

I love you as something impalpable
Like what that lives in the lips
But can only be felt by the soul

In every star lie your narrow, moist eyes
In every ocean lie your wet lips
In every sunray lie your golden locks

Do not smile for me
Just flutter your eyes

Do not bring me to the full stage of June
Rather to the empty scene of October

Do not bring me to the staleness of your lips
But to the freshness of your soul

I want to be an ocean
And you the little waves that caress me

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s