( Almost love)
(Some short poetry)
I remember you
I remember those eyes. Those dark brown eyes, so gentle and kind.
You made me believe, there were miracles.
You took my hands and without one word.
We fell in love.
Skin and the Honduras rum
You came to me wrapped in the native clothing of Central American.
Just a cotton wrap covering your breasts and butt.
I remembered your dangerous smile,
your brown hair moving slowly in the tropical winds and you whispered to me.
“You wanted to taste the sea, you wanted us to make love with the stars and the moon above. Dear Poet, wishes may come true.”
I brought her closer and I whispered.
I want this night to last forever, you are perfect my love.