So close
to her Lemanja face,
I, breath by breath
combed the curls of her Orixa hair.
Without a step further,
held her pretty presence by the waist
and walked
as if, across water.
In an unquenchable act,
sipped
from her sweetest Latin lips,
the salivary chemistry of her kiss.
Until the sun woke up,
soaked
my deepest secrets
in her body's boiling Brazilian dance.
Haunted
by events occurring in the past-
my holiest of holy dreams to enhance;
I, from a distance adore her.
