While your eyes meet mine
there will be no war, and the only cry that we exalt
It will be wet as a Sunday afternoon in bed
between sheets and our intertwined pleasures of last night's lust
As long as your mouth penetrated mine
there will not be pain and even destructive event will not break our smiles
our minds will be ready as a programmed computer
never shut down and will burn in endless flames
While there is your your in mine
there will be no occurrence of domestic violence and not something that disturb the sleep of a child
will our souls which will guide humanity to the dimension of eternity
We are mythological beings merged into one spirit
and our minds dance madly away from the fury of our viewers
hungry for the slip of land that move the disappointment and neglect
Are we winning this battle, is what everyone asks
but the strength is before our eyes meet,
our pain that stops by our mouths
and our souls like a prayer you do two in one body
and see individual letters in clouds forming one sense:
FAITH.
(Joyce Martins)
