Sometimes you come

Sometimes you come.
You come like a passing breeze
with the fresh air of his verses
and flattering words.

You come in the rush of whippers,
scampering
the anguish of its prey,
in a carnation field.

Sometimes you come.
You come to paint colors
thousand caresses
with the happy white of your laughter
and your soft brush fingers.

You haven't been here in so long!