I have disappeared like a drop of vinegar in ocean of honey .
My smiled has reappeared, submerged in a garden of crimson red roses .
Thorns are drenched, and stems are thick, like the love of virgin Mary’s newborn.
My leg crossed, and I will wait till dusk, for you to return home, our lips and lust.
Do not forget the water that will wash off dirt, yesterday’s ugly and tomorrow’s hurt.
Now rest your head and close your eyes, allow your dreams to sink in beautiful lies.