Love Poem: Waiting
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Written by: João Camilo

Waiting

How many times did you lay your head on my pillow
Wishing it was night already –
dismissing the sunbeam and inviting the dusky glow
while the river still walked steady,
 
How many times did you lean on the window’s frame
Probing the crowd for a clue,
covered like an angel lacking our mortal’s shame,
with a gown dyed  with the sunset hue…
 
No, do not count the number of mornings we lost,
One Fingertip, two fingertips,
Just recall that one day your bosom will host
A bruise from my eager lips…
 
Do you tremble? Then let your hair fade like a cascade
falling from your ageless head,
Beauty is born to command and cannot be unmade:
Night arrived, the day is dead.