Craving
Moment by moment the craving
intensified during the night
it grew in silent moans
roots like a tree it spread
eavesdropping just outside
our bedroom and I lay
next to you analyzing your
right nipple, wondering whether
to feel it or let it relax in
its poetic effusion, soft
breeze from the open window
brings sweet memories
of a shore and
you said —
how nice if we could swim
in our secluded little cove
Libros Libertad 