Words are not just words
they are kisses
on the lips of silence
that speak of your essence

Thursday, July 16, 2009

A love story

Her hair is grey, Her face is wrinkled. Her slim, even thin body has become somehow cumbersome and has the shape of the pear.
I am watching how she tastes the boiling soup and how she is about to burn her tongue, like every other time she does it.
I would never replace her. I am getting up, looking for my walking stick, rushing to cover her mouth with a juicy kiss


zoe said...

lovely! what a beautiful moment :D

Migue said...

I agree, lovely. Good job Veki :).

Sylvia said...

This is love, actually! Beautiful, Vesna. :-)