Whispers in the Dark
I walked this old bridge which whispers sweet things
When I caressed its wood panels it was comforting to see
It still stands solid, stoic, and romantic
Witness to lovers throughout centuries
The wood is impregnated with love it would seem
Absorbed as if by osmosis loving whispers of long ago...
Soulful embraces, inebriating kisses, heartfelt sighs...
Of loves so intense, it hurt to part ways
The crash of the surf, the bridge and old trees
Those counseled me
I shed my callous skin, I felt in my element
A delicate flower with an unbreakable stem
My dear sister you may not agree
They said that these lips, hips, valleys, and crevices
As well as to nurture and give birth
They are meant to comfort the man one selects
There is only one caveat
The union of body, of mind, and spirit
Must be blessed by Eros, Cupid, and Aphrodite
This is how it is meant to be…
Since the Beginning
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picture Puente de los suspiros in Barranco, Lima, Peru
