Foreign Woman

In a foreign country
Love comes easier, like the history
Of new beginnings, it’s an essential
Ecstasy of loving necessarily
You lie with her in the grass
Of the blooming days at the start of Summer

In a foreign country
Between yells, groans and laughter
You follow your heart into:
“Love is a serious matter”
And that’s where it all begins
At the entrance of the froth of tourists

Holding hands in public as if for the first time
The stars are still drunk with audiovisual love
Love in one clean room
Takes years to breathe out in good living
Compressed like minutes of sleep
Time melts faster with love’s tranquilizing

In the mouth of the excited world
We are getting older, translating nature’s mercy
Into parachutes of bliss and sanctuary.