At sunset
only one wish.
Let’s count
the leaves together-
let’s count the stars.
Our hopes stretched
towards the night.
To the beauty
and truth of soft flesh.
And plum-red lips.
Taking the night
At sunset
only one wish.
Let’s count
the leaves together-
let’s count the stars.
Our hopes stretched
towards the night.
To the beauty
and truth of soft flesh.
And plum-red lips.
A Wandering Poet 