moving countries

by valentinestavrou

A new body, a country to discover

as big as a desert before my wet eyes.

I shyly meet your earth,

while you speak,

I travel through your history, mesmerized, by its ripe wealth.

The way you look at me,

an unknown sea,

that calls for me to swim;

your smile, flakes as pure as snow,

an open invitation to your rough whole soul.

The taste of your kiss,

the warmth of your breath

a blend of sweet mulled wine that I have missed,

our little world forms every time we hug.

Deprived of this,



the moment,

like a hungry lioness,



give myself to thee.