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FIFTEEN MINUTES
Moments happen in a way we don’t expect
for who could imagine I’d meet her in a dance?
An art I am not good at, honestly,
and for a moment receive her soft caress?
Accepting the invitation, she offered me a silky hand,
saying it through her look and sensual steps
In her mouth, the nectar that passion gives
delight of the gods, poison of the humans.
But she had to leave, soon after she had arrived;
When desiring, it is impossible to tame
all that keeps you apart from that desire.
As I remember, a question distresses me,
hardly anything I know of the one who was next to me,
an angel in white of whom I know only the name.