The Night was a Gypsy

A teasing gypsy was the night

She winked with the dawn

To disappear and tiptoe back at dusk

In the darkness, he felt utterly alone

And at the same time in her arms, she made him feel complete

She made him drunk, she was a wine

She made him forget, with her lustful touch

She provoked him to live, if only for so much.

Footprints

Footprints on the sand,

stumbling like drunk lovers.

I never saw them,

yet I know they fought & kissed under the desire of the moonlit wine.

Drunk Clouds

And drunk upon the clouds we soared.

we didnt care for no wine.

The clouds were drunk, the air was soaked.

We didnt even care for the time.