Fragrances

The scent of night
bright and wet
that stealthy knocks
on sleepy glasses.
Muffled melodies
of gentle breeze
that softly touchs
your dainty face.
The scent of love
the touch of your lips
whispering sweet
fluttering murmurs.
Idyllic symphonies
delight my soul
among fluctuating shadows
and delirium of passion.

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Maria Gioia Benacquista