From A Nightingale Poem by Matthew Buchwald
From A Nightingale
The stealthy fragrances of Northern lights
Are stilled by the obtuse angles of your thighs
And sleep, tender and sated.
Your breast is a terra-cotta rose
Wringing lilac caresses from a nightingale.
Your brow is the phosphorus gleam of stars
Dancing slowly upon quivering mandolins of steel.
Your back hides gossamer curls from my heart
That embraced your exquisite melancholy.
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5/2/2024 2:43:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
An exquisitely crafted poem of love, longing and sensuality. Very lively presentation. Thanks.
Thanks Rajnish!