Sweet Kisses On Your Forehead

I was the butterfly that had lain on your forehead, He who had painted your cheeks with kisses. Look at the peacocks and the euplectes on the bridge; They are happy since we still have the summer breeze. I dreamed swimming with you, in the lake swarming with fish, And frogs. Love always brings fantasies. I am the lover, who wanted to spend the rest of his life, With you, my love, on the platonic waves of the old bridge. I am the breeze that had refreshed your young and sweet face. To honor you, I have repeatedly showered, with kisses, your image. I am the invalid who wishes to see you at least three times a day. In an imperfect world, one bets on the present which is new. Look at the aracaris of Beauharnais and the vultures; They are happy that the eagle has laid a large egg on the ground. Copyright © August 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.