When I see the mesmerizing image
Of robins and seagulls sitting like a sage,
I usually get swept off my feet
And I feel like a kid
On whom the moon has effect
With all her grace at its best.
With each sip of the cider
As sweet as puffs of the cigar,
I look at the clouds rumbling
In the sky and grumbling
Over a quarrel of not being kissed
By the lofty mountains they missed.
I succumb to a distant memory,
So clear, so succinct, so white as ivory,
And all seem like a passing dream
Scintillating like light beams.
I touch my lips, still moist
And to more kisses all poised,
I feel your touches everywhere
Like the mellowed rays of the sun here and there.
I look at nature flaunting
In her new attire so revealing,
Neither wailing nor repenting
And the negative, always nullifying.
I try to silence my flaming passions
With neither excuse nor pretensions,
And there, you come, like a knight
Ushering so many dreams for the night.
The wanton wind, soft and soothing,
Sweet love transmitting,
Accompanies us to the ragged hut
Where we eat chocolate and nuts
And make love, sometimes mild
And most of the time wild
Until we fall off to sleep
Traveling in love’s valleys steep.