Stay till morning- poem

Stay, once again, still

the night is too long outside;

only occasional drunk steps

betray a world behind the windows.

Come for a bite, so I can reel you

into the shore of my night dreams

to look at the time pass

beyond our coral island.


Stay, the morning is late,

as usual in Latin meridians,

there’s always time for siesta

when time is all we have.

Beyond, skies get blue and gray

and ships go sinking,

inside is the only land

which I want to explore.


Stay, you can sing alone

while I wander the cosmos,

twirling a strand of your hair,

and I untune my guitar

to the scraggy tone of my voice

to enthuse you to do no more

than lying in bed together.


Stay, humor my avidity,

meander the contours of our territory

barefooted and bareassed,

looking for a spring of night water

or pet the furry creatures at morn

to listen to the cockatoos speak

drinking Argentinean green herbata.



I'm a writer born in Argentina, but currently living in Poland. I work as an English and French teacher, translator and copywriter.

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