The Last Temptaion

Recently
the image of a girl
recurs in my dreams.
My
impatient
anxious
longing
dreams.

My dreams of
incarceration
and emancipation.

A girl uncannily similar to you,
with the same
gentle
seductive
eyes…

And once more I am tempted by them
to drown.

Who knows?
Maybe next time I see her
dream of her

you

when once more my soul is ignited
by the fire of her hair
once more
I drown in that
enchanting smile of hers.

Yours.

Maybe
next time I dream of her
I will drown in her
temptation
arms
love

and never wake up.

 

who knows?