Strast prema ljubavi.. marijanajtheferpopov

 

WE NEVER TOUCHED

Does matter that we never touched each other?

We are burning in the passion of longing.

I bite your pillows,

as I recognize myself in your dreams.

Your arms are spread

to envelope me,

my shape,

my number.

I lower my head

where your heart beats

and listen to the rhythm

of the syllables of desire

as your heart spells my name.

Does it matter

that it will never happen?

It is happening in your dream

and in my imagination.

Like geographic

latitude and altitude,

by the degree

of Ecuadorian heat

excited,

I touch you.

I watch you flourish

in a dream

while tropical rain is washing you.

I know

I am in your dream

distant but touched by

by your passion,

like a wild orchid.

Wild is my thought

whispering in your ear

quietly

with rasping voice

afraid to waking you up.

We must stay without touching

as two poles

north and south

being melted by

Ecuadorian heat

and being naked wishing

Ecuadorian rains.

Two wild orchids flourish in me

while I look at myself

in your dreams.

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