Seda

Now these words make me remember
the day that I drew your lips
Until, suddenly, feel
All the smoke getting in my soul
get inside of me...

Smells like body,
Your touch.

Now smoking reminds me your kiss
Reminds me that summer night

When I was drawing on your lips all my thoughts,
My feelings,
my wishes,

And every cigarette fire
It were there
brighting
breathing,
like our own souls,
like ourselves...


Maybe this is a different way of love
That we've got to find out
inside our bones...

I love
and I miss
every taste
of smoking you


aquarela e Agnes Cecile