“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul” ~P.Neruda
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When a woman loves
Mornings, ambrosial bouquet I remember,
pancakes and the taste of honey on my lips,
long time ago, I heard a song on the radio,
“When a woman loves” was the name, I think.
Was it real? The moment, the lyrics.
Was I that woman? The love, the feelings.
I can’t find the frequency to follow the rhythm.
Were there a dress and jeans swept on the beach?
When a woman loves. Did I ever?
Sullen, salted feathers in the nest, I whisper,
does fate step on a ground already walked?
Breeze polishing pearls, it wasn’t a dream, I feel it.
© 2012 Broken Sparkles