Confession to a vista lips
Her lips of unwinding sensuality,
Like an umbel in casting shadow,
Her lips of incentive spirituality,
A garnish of dip yogurt, garlic and cucumber by the Arno,
A beauty born of murmuring sound,
Not the spherical shape,
But unconventional profound,
Like a fruit of grape,
Come, let the floating cloud lend their state,
Unwear your gabardine and the midnight stars gada straight.
Her lips of warmth and love,
In ages i shall love.