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Blanca Salazar Poem
I used to ask myself
What your face would look like?
if I just would know your image
How would your appearance be?
Your face intrigued me.
Now, I found it out
with the feather touch of my lips
I trace it with my fingertips.
Now, I have your face in my hands,
the face of my beloved.
I caress it from my memories
although you are not with me.
Now, your face is my soul.
Copyright © Blanca Salazar | Year Posted 2005
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Blanca Salazar Poem
I have for you
a voice that calls you,
a heart that desires you
and a kiss of love.
I have my arms for hugging you,
my skin waiting for you caress,
my ears wanting your whispers to hear.
I have for you an illusion flowering
and a willingness of my soul for
a story to begin.
I have a gentle melody
hidden in my hands
waiting to touch you
in a time only for two.
I have my lips half-parted
my body for you to trace it with your breath
my sheets waiting for the rhythm
you want to give them.
Copyright © Blanca Salazar | Year Posted 2005
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