A Bath Of Love
Like freshly mown hay
Was smelling your skin,
Like grass waiting to be mown
And like cuneiform signs
Freshly carved in stone.
Your lips had the taste of the wind.
The words coming out of us were still unbroken,
They were bumping into each other
Like those clouds full of rain.
I kissed your arch, your bone, your mouth
And your sigh
From the eyes to the foot's sole.
We were in a bath of love
Like two children
In a water trough.
I felt my milk springing out
Of my breasts.
We were like the sun and the month
Fallen to the earth
In a world of ignorance.
You slipped inside of me
Like a water flowing
Among the rough stones
Or like the honey
In a broken hive.
Your taste was like honey
And the smell of your skin
Was like freshly mown grass.
Your crystal slip was curved.
I felt my soul like a stone
As someone was painfully digging in it
Cuneiform signs.
I started to scream your name.
Yes, your name was inferred from happiness.
I began to scream his name.
He came into being
From your name
He started to be existent inside of us.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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