Evening is setting. The sun is walking to the other side of the world.

The air smells pure and clear as your laughter, sweet love. Your smile

is the bright moon. The scent of your body pierces my nostrils.

Sweetly. Want to hold you. Kiss you. Till tomorrow.

Sweet evening…when are you going to tell me all your secrets…?

When I die? Oh, no! Tell me one or two now.

All right, all right. I see. I see. I didn’t know such a thing!

Thank you. Thank you. Would you bring to my attention in a couple

hours…sweet Magdalene? I miss her. Want her to massage my back and

arms. Want to kiss those voluptuous lips of hers.

Want to love her.

Ernesto Onofre