A Thousand Kisses

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I am not allowed
to love you.

But, although you've
been pushed aside
since long time ago,
I still crave
for your subtile hands
made of pure silk,
woven of yarn
spinned out by a silkworm
of my fantasy.

Even before I saw you
from my window
on the universe,
I'd been saturated
by the wine
that turned into poison
for the body
and life for the soul
under your breath.

I am to change somehow,
I guess...

But my lips
still long
to fill your silky hands
with a thousand kisses.

[Bar22do]

Fresh and graceful poem, Free, with delicate imagery, and:

"I am to change somehow,
I guess..."

reassuring.

"my window on the universe" is very evocative!

Thank you for sharing.

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Thank you, Bar22do, for your comments.