In the shadows of the night
two bodies go from both sides,
shortening the seconds
for the long-awaited meeting.

The moon as a witness
lights up the path
darkness is the shelter
that protects them from fear.

They know that they will have to hide
of thirsty glances,
of the tongues that cruelly
with their passion they feed.

When the bed they share
on the shores of a lake,
he receives them with silence
so as not to be hindered.

Shameless the stars
from the immensity they observe,
when they tear up furiously
what they wear on top.

There is nothing to contain them
if they are facing each other,
hands their way
they do from the feet to the face.

And in an endless moment
two become one,
and pray that the dawn
surprise no one.

They know that at the farewell
his time will come,
and again they will take
their courses until another encounter.

With emotion they are counting
the days that are to pass,
in which their naked bodies
are founded once again.

Author: Ana C. Rivero Foucault - Venezuela

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