My lips will tell you ..

Let the sun kiss you
he carries the kiss of mine,
and pilgrim who walks alone

looking for light skin;
and the breeze in stillness
appreciate my sighs.

Let the wind to pass
slow the wheat curl;
so, when I hold you
so I will have to rock;
will enjoy a sweet
of that candor in the afternoon.

Do not tell me you do not know
so you can love?
What about happiness
you're thirsty in the flesh?
simply touch
my lips will tell you.

~ Author: Pablo Emilio ~