A man and a woman lie on a white bed.
It is morning. I think
Soon they will waken.
On the bedside table is a vase
of lilies; sunlight
pools in their throats.
I watch him turn to her
as though to speak her name
but silently, deep in her mouth--
At the window ledge,
once, twice,
a bird calls.
And then she stirs; her body
fills with his breath.
I open my eyes; you are watching me.
Almost over this room
the sun is gliding.
Look at your face, you say,
holding your own close to me
to make a mirror.
How calm you are. And the burning wheel
passes gently over us.
what a seducing caption of pair intimacy! dreamy moments twisting with reality - happines!
A lovely bedroom scene recreated with a man and a woman get up in the morning and cosying to greet their companionship. Thanks for sharing a nice poem.
Calm and content they slept, the peace and freshness of the morning, all but speaks of a wonderful night, of accomplishment. Marvellous. Thanks for sharing.
by reading the poem serves the happiness seemingly in nightmare
Well articulated and nicely brought forth with conviction. An insightful creation. Thanks for sharing.................
At the window ledge, once, twice, a bird calls. BEAUTIFUL POEM GREAT 10+++
I love this poem so very much.....I come back often and carry a little of it around with me. Sigh: -) Thank you L G.