I want to kiss your lips
with the scent if lemon in my mouth,
as I just passed through a lemon bush
and picked up the one which was ripe and lemony.
I want to kiss your sleepy eyelashes
just before you open your eyes,
and your gaze stands in between
to drive me crazy
once again.
My darling,
stop the time,
draw the curtains,
and let us remain as we are
here,
at this moment of madness and
ecstasy,
alive,
still.
