We did not make love Wallowing like little innocent children naked amid the scented chamomiles I was smelling on your feet their soothing sweet fragrance, you were enjoying on my Breasts the refreshing intoxicating breeze that the green spring grass exudes when cut You adorned with crimson ephemeral poppies My black hair and I kissed with devotion your irrigated though imperfect bodys members embellished Only for my love Bees , ants and butterflies wandered on our flesh nourishing it carrying the dry leaves of a premature automn along your thighs We did not make love But the flowers there have been watered with the Nectar of Our lost paradise Our bodies were fed with the ambrosia of affectionate glances Your seed dropped down and exploded sprouted insolent climbing trumpet Periwinkles , ah ! Chicks of colorful Birds Chirping inside me brake the hard shell of their little eggs demanding life again to regenerate Although we did not make love all these great wonders blessed one more spring and we became a New Love by ourselves continuing the one the other Branching off into Roots downwardly and Reaching to the sky with fruitful shoots which will nourish the soul of the entire earth Do not be afraid cause You will always be born through me and I will be resurrected through whatever you will leave behind for me (c)ChryssaVelissariou2014 WOMAN LOOKING BY THE WINDOW A RAINY DAY DIGITAL VERSION CHRYSSA VELISSARIOU 2014
Posted on: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 00:49:04 +0000
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