Poesía

Floating Island

Now can you feel as a drifting bird

Your creative unconscious incomprehensibly

Exuding strange creatures like submarinal trenches

Or beauties like the round light reflected

From the sun in bubbles of sea and air

Or the miraculous birds of the Pantanal

 

Her mouth so soft like delicious fruit

Her eyes so bright like dark suns

Her lips that jump the heart craving

Her soft skin nippled in ecstasy