Inside Me Hidden
The morning smells of fresh bread,
Night on her tenderness
On the lips, on the hair, on the chest,
All of my joy
All of my tenderness
All my desires
And the glow in my eyes
Are woven into these lines.
She is here with me.
In the tremble of my body,
In my heartbeat
Step carefully,
The streets of life.
Copyright © Stefan Maxima | Year Posted 2021
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