Don't write to me today

Today, don't write to me ...

I could as always succumb

to the innocent charm of your phrases,

of those letters that catch me

without any explanation…

it's like walking

in the middle of a golden field of rye;

each spike a spell,

every grain a potion,

And in my mind,

the spell of your lips

open like a flower.

I can't

but imagine

the fragrance of your wet petals,

inflated with promises

tempting dreams of passion ...

Better a terrible silence,

a silence from afar,

cold, like a bad winter,

black, hard, without heat;

even if I lose my mind,

even if I despair alone,

but ... don't write to me today.

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Author: Lugh Landrus

Venezuela

June: 2020