ON THE OTHET SIDE

ON THE OTHER SIDE

Your eyes are the color of the sea,

On stormy days;

An inviting flame to burn,

This is my Sunday afternoon.

Your hair is like the night,

No stars and no moon;

Your tongue is red and naked,

Whip it from my whip.

Your curves are long roads,

Hiding paradise;

I remember seeing your smile,

A quiet morning.

In your body I float slowly,

Without the rush to arrive;

On your dense avenue,

Where I'm walking.

You are in the summer this wind,

Rays of sun to ignite,

My daring passion;

Will start.

* J.L.BORGES