Sweet goddess

You dilute yourself in the look of coffee; 

prelude of thick and light sensations 

in a muffled kiss that floods the soul 

towards undulating traces of winter. 

Without you the good days  

are only inert water  

and coffee is not coffee –  

missing you submerged and undulating in it, 

woman written and described in fuchsia moons 

and scarlet sunflowers of September. 

You are a sweet goddess for the bitter day, 

carving scenes to paint; 

magic to open the lips under the spell of lilacs 

litany of fire...  

In silence I repeat three times 

the vowels of your name 

making night the day without you.