You’re touching me.
And I am wondering
Is this the beginning
Or the destination as I look into your eyes
Is Eros beyond death?
Eros as shelter of the hour?
Eros above the denial, instant,
Eternal, and endless?
Lost in the spirit of Eros,
We are staggering in the world of senses…
However, holding the fire
with our naked fingers,
We feel the resurrection…
Lovers hovering in heaven,
Blinded by the light of invisible stars,
Rope walkers of hope,
Fully naked in front of memory
That must memorize us before things get lost…
Our happiness is roaring in the unchanging
And eternal disorder as the nights run wild…
The road that brings us together
Becomes a bedsheet filled with flowers,
Jasmine, lemon blossom, and stars…
It invades everywhere with divine fragrance,
scents of cinnamon and golden hormones…
Our nostrils expand.
We breathe in each other until we become
An erotic harmony of creation…