My OperaDark Side
Sunday, December 25, 2005 8:28:26 AM
Dark Side
by Karen Heredia
A cold drop to my soul touches,
shakes in this morning,
fries you fall touching my being,
while I observe you,
fries tomorrow of December.
The black cat walks,
around this house,
watchman,
untiring sights to your around,
dry my face with a towel,
I observe your eyes this morning.
Cold night of December falls,
I cross the dark ways of this society I journey them,
once again,
observing that vagabond offering her sex by money,
stranger of a country where they dance zamba for carnival.
Return after a stroll,
by the dark ways of this society,
i lie down, I close my eyes,
I feel that you approach,
you lie down neer my side,
looking for my sweet heat,
sweet eyes, beautiful cat.
