Walk
Let’s go for a walk
you said
and you took my hand
the smile of the sun
was shining on your forehead
the August breeze was caressing us
as we printed our footprints
into the warm sand
leaving to the acacias
the task to tell them apart
time of transcendence
and in the fullness of the moment
we let ourselves free to roam
not any shred of doubt
but the aroma of the sea lilies
jealous of your body’s fragrance
