skender iljaz braka

(15.12.1954 / Durres)

Puthëm Si Dikur..


Lodhur prej vetmisë nën një brengë mallëngjimi
dhe një herë të thërras, prej dhimbjesh i fashitur.
Gjithë mallin t'a përcjell me një jehonë pikëllimi.
Nën përvëlim i mbetur, thellë shpirtit i zhuritur.
Ndaj shkallmoje forcërisht koracën e ngurimit
dhe merre ti vrapin, fluturimithi për tek unë.
Gjatë të kam pritur, dërrmuar prej ngashërimit.
Prej vitesh të kam pritur, i heshtur si një murg.
Eja të takohemi atje, atje ku rrinim deri vonë.
Në atë vënd ku lulëkuqet çelin përmbi gurë.
E dashur ti kthehu si një puhizë e ngrohtë.
Me zjarrin tënd pëkëdhelëm dhe puthëm si dikur!

Submitted: Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, July 15, 2014

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