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 