MOMENTS
The touch of the hot
water
every morning
brings you back in my skin
to remind to me
that you are always with me
Come now my
hand
the good one
the one that flies like a bird
and dances in words
Put in the poem
the colors
of the sky
that the morning
secret caves of the sea have
in lonely coasts
Either if it
rains
or it is sunshine
stays naked
the Aphrodite in marble.