LP No. 14_2020_the return

too long I moved
without your swing,
and dreamt
without your magic.

a scoundrel without charm,
only dangerous
to himself.

longing
for that part
of me
that I had given
wholly
to you.

Now I hear the call,
feeling  the
sun on my back,
& the grass
twixt my toes..

Now I feel you,
meu camará