The Second Waltz-Poem #Poetry #Poetry Book

at 8 am you boil flowery teas
the kitchen smells blueberries
and it smells cinnamon
the French silk stockings are the perfect gift
wonders of the magic lamp
last night
our passion lit
twelve wicks

you say good morning
and I say not now
your eyes are thirsty like a drying well
you say I love you
and I say please wait
your kisses fall under the bracelets from my wrist
my heart is beating in your chest
I have to go
you want to talk to me?
perhaps another day
you know, another day will bring another night
why don’t you write to me?
will I come back?

my love,
in front of all these icons that you brought for me in Crete
I swear I’ll die again with you
inside the beauty of the second waltz
where we discovered our innocence
one chord per bar

My book, Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings, can be ordered here.

Thank you,
Love
Gabriela

@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela Marie Milton)

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