We still breathe the darkness of a summer night

We still breathe the darkness of a summer night
whose scent still smells
of light dreams as a feather
in messy linen alcove
We still breathe the darkness of a summer night
of accomplices hands in undressing and opening buttons
in that night of light eager of keen kisses and rebel caresses to the conventions
chills of bliss to shake the limbs mischievously excited
of satisfied instincts and unveiled magics
© Maria Valentina Mancosu

Author's note: I translated my love poem "Respiriamo ancora il buio di una notte d'estate" for Steemians.I hope that I was successful, enjoy!