with her gestures,
her smiles,
her desiring glances.
She passes
in front
of
him
smiling
a red smile.
Then turns away
pretending
she
does not
care.
She leaves behind
the sweetness
of her
perfume,
a promise,
an invitation
for
future
encounters,
for long evenings
around
tables
chairs
and beds.
Love it! the language is so fluid, and the picture complements the poem beautifully! You have so many talents! Bravo!
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