2018.01.03.
That Song
It's late and the city seems to be asleepBut I want to stay up
You ask me the reason I'm laughing
I have the best kept secret
And in a tight hug
We sing that song
Like the force of the sea on an ordinary port
You're the calm of a river on that womanly skin
Like a breeze that blows on a summer afternoon
You're the voice in the silence
You are that song
Between the rush and desire
Our secret passion
We spin around between four walls
With the power of one kiss
You sweep me off the ground
Your dry body quenches my thirst
And we giggle like children
There might not even be a tomorrow
Like the force of the sea on an ordinary port
You're the calm of a river on that womanly skin
Like a burning flame that comes to burn itself out
You're the past, the present
You're the future that's yet to come
Like the air that I need and feel tightening in my chest
You're the right word in the perfect poem
Like a breeze that blows on a summer afternoon
You're the voice in the silence
You are that song