Poezja

Sometimes I take your soft hand
and feel how it glows with heat
 
and sometimes your eyes gleam
on the other side of the table when tears flow
 
and sometimes emotions burn in them
and our words are cut off bluntly
 
but sometimes kisses fall like waves on the continent
of your body when I am rowing to a place of rescue
 
and sometimes I am totally tired
but still you remain my only one.