An oath that was a fleeting promise
A gaze that was a lie
A landscape that was like a brushstroke
That gave the afternoon a sense of silky trasparency
Juice from roses that God watered on your trails
Divine lips that I kissed
This is what remained of the afternoon when you gave me your oath (of true love):
The fleeting sensation of a kiss that cannot return
The fugitive sensation of a long kiss that flees
The fleeting sensation of a long kiss that escaped me
Juice from roses that God spilled on your trails
Divine lips that I kissed
The fugitive sensation of a long kiss that flees
The fleeting sensation of a long kiss that escaped me