I knew you from the first cobblestone,
the leather smell of your skin,
politics in your kisses,
your breath espresso steam.
How I wanted
your heartbeat, tango slow,
your sleepless nights
lost in cafe traffic.
I loved you
in accordion laments,
the trail of smoke from your fingers
punctuating thoughts.
And I will miss
your silence on the subte,
the salt of your sweat,
the guiding pressure of your hand on my back.
1 comment:
this is one of my favorites that you have done - love the feeling of it, and the pure sensuality. your peotry always makes me smile. =) and sometimes sigh - here for cities that are missed greatly. thanks.
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