Foto: Tanbir Mahmud

Soothe me,
with the atmosphere of salt
and cinnamon-red skies.
Touch me,
with a lifetime of understanding.
Bribe me,
with bridges not burnt.
I’m no stranger
to eyes brimming with joy,
I ache for the words forgotten,
sunsets, old books, and wine.
My musings lay drenched
on the pavement of your soul.
I keep languorous kisses
widespread on skin.
Skies get darker, and your eyes aflame.

Olga Gojnić

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