Longings

In a secret place,
where a solitary Ilang-ilang
stands watching in silence
the dying sun as it kisses
the fleshly horizon,

where a lonely kingfisher
dives for its supposed dinner
as the dusk envelops the point,

there I reach out to you
though you’re in Venus.
I feel you though you’re far away.
I touch you though you’re
in the shadow of my dreams.

In my secret place,
our rendezvous,
we share our joys and pains,
we hold and let go of ourselves,
we make love and caress each other.
We celebrate our lives together
in my dreams.