An oath that was a fugitive promise
A look that was a lie
A panorama that was like a brushstroke
That gave the afternoon organdie transparency
Rose juice that God spilled through your paths
Divine lips that I kissed
Of the afternoon of your oath, all that remained:
The fugitive sensation of a kiss that has only to return
The fugitive sensation of a long kiss that flees
The fugitive sensation of a long kiss that escaped from me
Rose juice that God spilled through your paths
Divine lips that I kissed
The fugitive sensation of a long kiss that flees
The fugitive sensation of a long kiss that escaped from me