of love and other domains...

Am I to create the moon?
On the immense blackness
Of your back
And when it shines
the lust rises
to tear the blackness and gets lost
in the deep valley
between your breasts
like a Goddess
you paint my destiny
on the clouds
and finally it rains
our bodies
enveloped in the smell of love
resonates with the whisper of the rivers
and the tiny drops shine
on the back bathed in my destiny
in between your body curls up into mine…