The Lover

The Lover kissIt is soft and round
pink and smooth
sometimes exudes a perfume
some mouth
mouth of flowers
He draws in the air

touching ~even having a ghost   hands~

And he wonders

it is a woman’s sense
fooled by a  kiss in a glass
bottled in a bottle of perfume
It is silk!
And now he only wants stand there
between the anguish of seeing
but not being able to touch

It is soft and round
pink and smooth
beyond the window’s kiss

12 thoughts on “The Lover

  1. The great merit of your poem is not only to well describing so much sensuality, with your own empathy, but also to capture ‘barriers’ physical or emotional that stand in our lives. Excellent is few. Congrats!

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