Smiling Jasmines of Euphoria

Inside my dark tent You are my moon Under the thunder Of the camel in the desert Of the pale and shabby suns Still, I laugh Go to the gym Swim in lake Make friends with The pen and prism Under your Crimson umbrella The days The nights I carry them Hemmed within Your love The body turns Into fragrant trees Anguished dreams Into mahogany shades I lay my head On the golden bunch Of hay Your love Turn my cheek On your balmy palm Shards of glass Lashes of struggle Morning and evening There are Will be too We still sail Go for vacation Burst into gales of laughter As the hands of love move The flowers of fingers bloom Shower of caress drenches Benches call On the strand This is the existence Embracing the distances Smiling jasmines Of euphoria