By Maria Wapner (Peru)
Date: 14 August 1999

Soul of Fire

Each verse that you write is like a kiss
Become fantasy... 
It makes  me drunk with passion
When I see your hand-drawn letters 
On a piece of paper,
Making each word vibrate
Like a chord in a song;
Words, 
Filled with rhythm and harmony
Running together with hidden sighs.
Licking flames inside me 
Make this soul of mine hot;
My lingering eyes are playing.
Trying to conceal themselves,
Getting lost on paths 
That fill me with extasy 
And I get relief 
For what I feel 
Only when I read you...
And my eyes, my heart, my soul 
Distracted and amused
Rise, on the spur of the moment, 
In freewheeling flight
Over just a barely noticed 
Sigh...
Knowing, as they evidently do...
That I see you.