Intimacy volume II

It is your eyes covered in gold,
habits ours that never grow old.
It is you, my brother, and it is a sis,
the much of ours that we miss.
It is the whispered praises, so honest,
in which I am a queen and the handsomest.
It is a crystal vessel and the very last drop of wine
in the name of what is yours and mine.
It is your hand over my hand,
for there can be peace again in this land.
It is hello and goodbye as we hold
tight on each other to kill the cold.
It is boxes filled with treats
to remind our souls of life's sweets.
It is sharing dreams and trying to decypher
what is waiting for us on the next border.
It is being Love, Little and Dear
and having you always so near.
It is a room, and you shower and you dress
right behind me and there's no mess.
It is the baring of our souls
as the sun goes out and time flows.
It is desires, hopes and wishes
renovated into patient riches.
It is pure love turned into a sacred belief
be it during scorching sun or fallen leaf.
It is the smell of all that is good and clean
from soft linen and even your skin.
It is reading between double lines
this that the world takes and defines.

09 de dezembro de 2017