As the wind,
your voice brought me
the smell of the morning.
Your kisses seeped one by one
as playful tiny mirrors.
your hand took mine
to invited them to take
a cup of coffee.
Your heart took a sip of mine
snatching his silence
with nude eyes,
the sun hid its blush
making rhymes with the spoon.
Today you where the morning
glendagalan.blogspot.com • april 2010
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