I have disappeared like a

drop of vinegar in an

ocean of honey.

My smile has reappeared,

submerged in a garden

of crimson red roses.

Thorns are drenched, and

stems are thick, like the love

of virgin Mary's newborn.

My legs are crossed, and i will

wait till dusk, for you to

return home, our lips and lust.

Do not forget the water that will

wash off dirt, yesterday's ugly

and tomorrow's hurt.

Now rest your head and close

your eyes, allow your dreams

to sink in beautiful lies.