Your Sweet Scented Lips

by Yiannis Ritsos

Yannis Ritsos

My fingers would slip through your curly hair, all through the night,
while you were fast asleep and I was keeping watch by your side.

Your eyebrows well shaped, as if drawn with a delicate pencil,
seemed to sketch an arch where my gaze could nestle and be at rest.

Your glistening eyes reflected the distances of the sky
at dawn and I tried to keep a single tear from misting them.

Your sweetly scented lips, whenever you spoke, made the boulders
and blighted trees blossom and nightingales flutter their wings.

Last updated June 21, 2015