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
