Wishes of Love

As if in a dream
I never reach
I seem
the end of my trip with you
along our beach

Your hands were at best
like soft feathered wings
resting on my chest

Touching you was like feeling
the skin of grapes or plums
holding you fast in my arms

I had stayed with you
in all the trains
it appears to me now
or on the cold steps
leading to cathedrals
during the night
the cold still
rushes to my veins

I wondered looking for you
in all the dreams
in all my travels
I did without you

Your wing-hands remind me
of the doves in Venice
who fly over the sea
and always return
even after a long time
taking their turn

They return
to touch with mine
my lost soul
still in decline

Even the vision of your shoes
I realize now was precious
for carrying the small
soft feet of yours
who with me walked
on the shores of
more than one city
within the fragrant air
until for ever and tidy
you embraced me tight

It is your feet and wings
that offered
your wind like figure to me
from winters to springs

I do not want now
to ask who are you
I just want
so much as you allow
to love you