your nearness gives pleasure to the senses..it makes a plateau ..a golden hue.
embracing me and you...a stable condition on my feelings...
a range of emotional excitation..interjecting a beautiful view.
like when the sun is about to set..
.....my body stops.. I cease to exist..
like the sun ceases..at that moment projecting beautiful rays.
feelings inter my existence.as when you inter my embrace..
enclosing a love..
a grace of...something far above..
.. leaving just a trace .. .
as a delicate..and lovely melody.. dances inside my mind..
as if I was intertwined in the flash of those you left behind..
when I think of you...as if your touch is real..in my imagination is what I feel.
when you leave..is like when the melody ends..the sonatas...the voices of the arias....gone from the voices that were there.
tears so vast..so great that interrupts the rain..
like the grains of send..in a river-bed...moving like the blood in my veins..
disturbing your en brace.
tears that disturb the beauty that was there..
just before I feel your touch....once more it's just my imagination .. .
it is therapy..it's the sadness part of my voice..
my imagination..becomes excitation once agar....once again..
stabilizing a culture in my heart..stabilizing the purity..
the purity of love.....
That has been left......afar-