Nothing remains the same.
The barefoot sky walks on a edge
Of shadow and light,
Touched by passing lovers,
Undressed by Sun.
All questions end in fury of ocean waves,
Reaching warm moist sandy beaches of tomorrows.
It is not the first wave, overflows over
curves of waiting coasts, it is almost in
the end, when sun of yesterdays rests
In eternity’s bed, nothing remains
But a magic of a kiss
Between the loving lips.
Beside a naked woman, sounded sleep.
Summer nights are full of promises.
He may pass in her dreams, one more time;
With a smell of sandlewood and light touch of his fingertips.
Suddenly all thirst and urge disappeared
Behind the veil of pale moon.
Alone, she is alone in the face of memories,
The celebration of bodies, in passion, sweat and orgasms, behind the veil, the truth is fragile and fading.
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