Terrace
I am ocean and inlet
you said, your eyes sparkled
like azure coals someone blew on
just your eyes and sea fire
in the arms of July noon
I am cold mistral and hot southern wind
you said and your arms waved
smoothly to pine needles and
broken twigs like inviting them
to your embrace yet he stood motionless
waiting for gifts like the keen unspoken
words in his mind and when you left
the terrace lingering with scent of your sweat
he sank on the chair disappointed
Libros Libertad 