There is a road ahead still to be traveled, you already know that ...
That transparency, that half-naked of subtle provocation have stopped my watch. After all, we have left behind the simple and vigorous games of youth, now it is about loving each other with imagination using all the senses: touching, looking at, smelling each other and tasting each other's flavors.
Here I am left with these desires that escape without being able to contain them. These desires that grow randomly like wildflowers in the field from where a rainbow leaves towards you carrying the colors of all my desires ... I long to hear your serene voice. I long to learn to guess each one of your gestures, to see closely your zigzagging and nervous glances; and beyond, knowing what you smell like every afternoon when you are back.
Here are still intact the desire to touch all your beauty with feathered fingers moved by the sweet melody of a serenade; of exploring you blindly without leaving any void; of getting together completely at dawn; of sinking into you to the limits while you hug me and I kiss you.
Lugh Landrus
Amazing poem. It contains so much gentle fantasy and so many warm dreams, as if preparing for the most important journey of life. Enchanting poetic images: "stopped the clock", "desires grow like wild flowers", "rainbow path", "feathered fingers" and others make the poem mysterious and charming. It is like a poem of a hopeful path, a path with many desires, but one lacking - hope itself. Hope for fulfillment. The whole work is a search for hope in despair. That makes him both beautiful and tragic. It is a very delicate poetic work. Vincentina
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