Cradled
Precariously, still
In cotton dunes of blankets
Cold and shadowed in their undulations
That scene rests
Do you see it?
Recumbant, rapturous, still
Tossed unheeded
it remains.
That is the bed, my love
You will awaken there and I
Will see you unblindly
Your skin, your smile and every unclothed corner
Of you
Breathing easily, lushly, still
I will smell your dreams when they meet my lips,
When yours reach my quaking cheek
For your touch, my love
Unfamiliar as it may be
But desired
Cradled
and
Still
Excellent poem with a lot of depth. Fine and vivid imagery. The poem has a strong structure. I like and rate it 10. Kindly read and rate my poem 'A busy street' on page 1. Thanks in advance. Warm regards Akmal
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I would like to translate this poem
Yeah, excellent poem, seriously! ! ! Keep writing, Katrina. And please read my poems and comment. Thank you, Susmit