How can I perfectly describe my
Vivid dreams and let you in my
Intimate world, more than
You already are there,
Ceaselesly immersed into this
Strange silent connection, hooked
By your torrid sensuality and lucid
Receptive body. Telepathy medium
After that night of obsessive
Yearnings became my three eyes
Illuminated by the afternoon Sun
Precisely two minutes before you
Decided to drove your car uphill and
Directly into the gorgeous peak of my
Wild dreams, you jumped out of
The magic oldtimer, leaving the driver's
Door open, running excited towards me,
While I was watching, how seamlessly you're
Approaching, with those prolonged gleeful
Steps. . . I suddenly ~ Became aware
That I've been missing you so much
Lately. Your sun burnt face and arms
Hastily grinned and hugged me,
Wraping your head deep into
My scented neck, covered with
Harvesting black mane
Giving me more than one intoxicating
Kiss, your aura was gleaming with a
Comforting unequvivocal jade glow
Energy ~ Brimming all over us. . .
And there we were, standing in the wind,
Haunted by the shape shifting beauty; Alive
Cumuli were galloping across the abundant
Slopes, overgrown with the ultra-green
Young grasses; firmly grounded upon
The fertile soil above the Adriatic sea.
White stones were randomly scattered
Around as a drunk giant was playing
With his marbles last night, and lost
Them through holes in his torn pockets
On the way home. You hold my hand.
Children nearby are overturning the hayracks,
Doing somersaults. They laugh out loud, because
The world for them shows as a perfect adventure,
Where life is fulfilled with open meadows, wild
Flowers, cute freckles, naughty smiles, large white
Smiley teeth and starry sparks in their bright eyes.
They feel no need to save the world as we do.
You told me that the feet of the mountains
And hills are soaked in the small coastal waves
Where attentive listener can hear occasional
Murmurs and alluring dark rock songs played
By liquid aquamarine fingers. Lyrical balads
Performed for the sumptuous mermaids who
Love to mislead and enchant rough sailors to be
Under their spells for thousands and thousands
Of long hypnotic years.
We were elegant tango dancers, dancing ferociously
On the glossy decks of the winged Ship of Utopia.
Irresistibly inviting were our words meant for
All the lost thinkers, seekers and believers in Love.
The euphoria of their first extatic dance led them
To bitter sweet tears, sweat and blood written
Poetry. So ... dreary, they slowly drowned into
The increasingly mysterious vast blueness.
That day I saw upon your manly cheeks
Some surprisingly delicate, lovely hues,
Virtuosely flickering across your face.
It was the taste of the roses in a high peach bloom,
Gently mixed with the exqusite wine splendour
Given to you by your ancestors, as a gift of
Rememberance and recognition of profound
Beauty of Life. Existence is the eternal celebration.
Those spirits have passed on so much to you, now
Subtley ingraved in your masculine body and soul;
All the talents, love for books, poetry, music and
Delicious gastronomic home made cuisine. . . Mad,
Passionate love is this. . .Loving the lovers as beloved
Ones with the same intensity and devotion as they
Always loved the spirited, untamed, wild horses,
Running with the impeccable speed, amazing,
Free and magnificent as you are. Thinking
You looked at me and saw that I love you.