Kisses Poem by Pere Risteski

An echo that lasts forever
a song unfinished-
are your kisses
joy to my youth
meetings on balconies
and a nacked woman
are your kisses.
Our lips are joined in one
two rovers lenghtened
wine flows and sweetness in my mouth
mouth of rainwater
from your kisses.
Naked truth
from which you hear a scream
from your caresness
from your kisses.
Oh, my darling, I forget sorrow
she'sin bed
it's not coming any more
on this midnight
I find peace in hope
from your kisses.