SOTTO VOCE
the magic prisms of light
are dancing on the pine-trees,
the sun is gentle and on my face
there’s a fresh warm breeze,
the scent of greenery in shade
reminds me your morning kiss…
…a tender gift……
my lips will always miss…..
It’s such a pleasure to lounge like this…
… observing only treasures:
The turquoise of the sky,
The emerald of pines,
The golden sun……
…and crystal shattered…
….where the sea caresses the shore……
and so much harmony….
to cast a glamour over
a simple human being….
It’s so quiet and hard to be ….
even in your own presence sure…..
And when the gloaming
is slightly swaying in the air,
creeping with breath into my hair…..
the mind is still absorbed
with such a beauty …..
and eyes are the reflection…..
how horizon from sky-blue
turns to pink and purple,
and apricot, mauve and rose….
The red-hot disk is quivering
in such a pose, from kisses
of the refreshing waves….
reminding curly dark hair….
and fingers running through it…
… so slowly and with care….
and nestling close…
… and sotto voce
whispering to ear …
Anna Ushakova
