post  19.4.2016.Written: © Maxima 

I sense only outlines

I suspect only outlines
Bare the secrets of vanished shadows
on a June night

tasteful songs of street musicians
fill the air beneath the window of the hotel
where sleepless, I long to love you.

My dreams are filled with the scent of you
Let my hands be a breeze in your hair Mila,
My fingers travel through the silvery locks
that I love.

The intoxicating scent still on
my fingers.
Let my hand be a breeze there.
I love you

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