You Ask...

¡Hola! Everybody...
Saturdays are for all things aesthetic.

Not that you asked, but if ever you do...

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-=[ You Ask... ]=-

You ask me what I want
and my answer to you is...
I want it all --

I want the Sun and the Sky
and that elusive and playful sprite
that lives beneath your lips.

I want the sigh of the wind
as it wends it way through your hair
and the soft caress of your hand
against my hot skin.

I want the fires and fragrance of your memory...
turned like fine wine.

Grace is you, flowing with the night,
like a gentle ripple of water...

unknown to me and unseen.

Edward-Yemil Rosario, 2007 ©