In the twilight of Barcelona
I gaze into your eyes, my beloved,
I smell the sweetness of your hair,
I cradle your face in the palm of my right hand,
and press, with my left, the length of your lithe body into mine.
I taste the saltiness of your lips as I kiss you on the mouth.
You laugh.
I smile.
Life is good!
William Jackson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-twilight-of-barcelona/
