I Look At You
I look at you, asleep, weary and tired
the wind of noon through the curtains, shy,
on your thin dress, on your body plays,
cradles you, caresses you and everything wraps,
your bed and you seem slowly rise
in a slight vortex, in a deep sigh:
motion of love between earth and sky.
Copyright © Marco Magistri | Year Posted 2015
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